by R. C. Curtis
And then nothing. I waited a moment. “Baby?”
“Oh,” said Kelly. “Baby I can’t talk long.”
“How come?”
“Baby, you know, I met a guy. And, well, he likes pregnant girls.”
I took that in. “That would be you.”
“Yes. Is it OK?”
“OK if you fuck him?”
“Oh,” said Kelly. “Um, not exactly?”
“What does that mean?”
I heard sounds in the background. Kelly came back onto the line again after a long pause. “I mean can I fuck him again?”
Ah. It had begun. “You already fucked him?”
“Yes baby I am sorry, it just happened.”
I heard a stifled moan over the phone.
“You are fucking him right now, aren’t you Kelly?”
“No, no,” she said. A long pause. “Yes.”
I smiled. I love her so much. “How is he fucking you?”
“Doggy style,” she blurted.
“Oh, you like that.”
“Yes.”
“Are you going to fuck all night? Because it’s OK if you come home late.”
“I’ll ask.”
The line was silent. I heard distant voices, and a moan or two.
“Baby he is driving me insane. He says all night, yes.”
I smiled again. “OK baby. You have fun.”
She was quiet for a moment. “Thank you. I will make this up to you. I just need this so bad.”
“Bye bye Kelly. This isn’t about me. You have fun.”
“Goodbye baby.”
“Bye. I love you.”
The phone went dead.
I guessed Kelly would be orgasming at least once in the next twenty minutes. After that, who knows? But a guy with a pregnancy fetish? I had little doubt they would be fucking all night. I went to bed on my own, and was content knowing that Kelly was getting past Dwane, and back to her old self.
Shopping with Kelly
I had already left for work by the time Kelly got home, so I didn’t see ere again until the evening. By then, the glow of her erotic adventure had faded, but she was happy and content. I didn’t ask her much about the previous night, I was just happy to see her content.
And she was more than content. I don’t know if it was getting over Dwane, or second trimester hormones, but Kelly entered a new crazy phase. For two weeks we fucked twice a day, with Kelly masturbating sporadically in between. We fucked euphorically, manically. Her out-of-control sex drive was ironically keeping her faithful; she couldn’t wait to come home from work and fuck.
By the third week I was played out. I needed a rest. I’d go down on Kelly, but she didn’t just want to come, she wanted to fuck, she wanted penetration.
She wasn’t happy that I couldn’t keep up, but she understood.
I found her one morning standing naked in front of the full length mirror. From behind, she didn’t even look pregnant. She had a tight little swollen tummy, like she had stuffed a beach ball under her shirt. If you saw her in a maternity top, you would think she was faking it, but then you would never see her in a maternity top.
Kelly claimed it was only for comfort, but what she wore now was a sports bra and a short skirt, leaving her belly bare and proud.
She slowly pirouetted in front of the mirror, going up on tiptoe for a moment.
I looked over her shoulder.
She caught my eye, and cupped her breasts. “Look at my tits,” she said.
I sighed. “Kelly you have lovely breasts.”
“Feel them,” she insisted.
I hefted them from behind, watching them in the mirror.
“You see?” she said.
“See what?”
“They’re heavier.”
My cock was stirring, but I hefted them again as impartially as I could. She had increased at least two cup sizes. Her breasts would have spilled over my hands, except they were very firm. They felt heavier than they looked. Her nipples had darkened.
“They are making milk now,” she said.
“No, it’s too soon,” I told her. “That’s colostrum.” I watched as she squeezed a drop from her nipple.
“I have all these bumps now,” she said, examining her nipple.
“Montgomery glands,” I said, running a finger over them very lightly.
“Who?” she asked.
“It’s the little bumps. They are called Montgomery glands.”
“Do you like them?”
“Yes baby they are very sexy.”
“Are they?” She grinned. “You want to fuck?”
I smiled back at her. “When we get back.”
I let go of her breasts as she turned to look at her ass. She looked at it in the mirror without comment, then turned to see herself in profile.
“No stretch marks yet,” I said brightly.
She darkened. “Yet?”
“Well, not at all then. No stretchmarks.”
She ran her hands over her belly. “I’m not going to get any, either.”
“You’d still look great.”
“I don’t want them,” said Kelly. “The cocoa butter is working.”
“Fingers crossed,” I said.
Kelly gave me a disapproving frown, then walked over and picked up her sports bra. It was barely two weeks old, but she had already begun to outgrow it. She struggled into it, and adjusted her breasts as best she could. It held them tight, but they bulged out a bit over the top, showing more cleavage than even Kelly had intended when she bought it.
She didn’t bother with panties of course, and slipped on a short blue skirt. It would have looked fine on the beach, but we were going to the grocery store. It was way too short for a grocery store. Next she slipped on her heels. If she wasn’t on the beach, Kelly wore heels now. Always. And the higher the better.
I kind of winced. “All you need is a tramp stamp.”
Kelly adjusted herself, looking in the mirror. “What do you mean?”
“Baby don’t take this wrong but you kinda look white trash in that.”
Kelly was amused. “I am white trash,” she said cheerfully.
I half smiled. “Can’t you put a t-shirt on over that?”
She tossed her hair. “Too tight on my belly. This is comfortable.”
And with that we headed out. We went to the grocery store for our first stop. I won’t pretend I didn’t notice the glances Kelly got, most of them disapproving. She looked like a pregnant slut. I felt awkward next to her, but Kelly was oblivious.
I was getting a jar of peanut butter off the shelf, when Kelly nudged me. “That’s him”
I looked down the aisle. There were several people there, but only one guy who would be a “that’s him,” a good looking Hispanic man.
“That’s him who?” I whispered back.
“The guy with the pregnant wife.”
He saw Kelly immediately, of course. Not sure he saw me, or anyone else in the aisle after that. He gave her a nervous glance as he passed by, but didn’t say anything.
Kelly reached out and touched his arm. He looked back at her, startled. “How is your wife,” she asked.
“Very well,” he answered. “We had our baby.”
Kelly smiled and asked the baby’s name, and what it weighed. He relaxed and talked to her, mostly managing to keep from looking at her barely restrained breasts.
After a minute or so of pleasantries, Kelly turned to me. “Baby, I forgot to pick up mushrooms. Can you go grab them for me?”
I wasn’t sure what she was up to, but when I got back the man was gone. Kelly took my arm and headed for the checkout.
“That poor guy,” she said. “He hasn’t gotten laid in two months.”
“It’s a hard life,” I agreed.
“Can you imagine?” continued Kelly. She squeezed my bicep. “He said he doesn’t have long.”
“Long for what?”
Kelly giggled. “He doesn’t have much time. He has to be ho
me in a half hour.”
She pressed up close to me. I could sense her excitement. “He wanted me to go into the alley with him but I said ‘No’.”
I nodded.
Kelly continued. “I don’t know him, I didn’t think it was safe, so I told him we would drive around back. I feel safe if you are there.” She smiled up at me.
I started putting food on the belt. “You made a date?”
“Kind of.”
“With him? At the grocery store?”
Kelly nodded.
“What about his wife? He has a baby.”
“It won’t take long,” said Kelly. Her voice was husky. Her nipples bulged through her bra.
I got it. Kelly has always had a competitive streak. She has always loved the thrill of stealing another woman’s man. With a new baby and doting wife at his home, this had to be crazy hot for her.
I loaded the car and Kelly got in beside me and we drove around back to the alley behind the store.
He was waiting there.
Kelly got out, and ushered him into the backseat of the car, and climbed in beside him.
He sat behind me, with his legs together, his hands shaking slightly. He didn’t touch her, he barely even glanced at her.
Kelly draped a leg over his. “It’s Ok,” she said. “He’s cool with it.”
I turned the rearview mirror away from them. “Pretend I’m not here,” I said, looking away to give him a little privacy.
“Relax baby,” said Kelly, and I heard them kiss. “That’s it,” she murmured.
I glanced back at them. He was turned away from me, kissing Kelly. Her eyes were shut, and one hand fumbled at his fly. He caressed her breasts roughly, overeager with excitement.
Kelly didn’t care. She stopped and pulled her bra up and over her head, letting her ample breasts jiggle naked and free. He buried his face in them immediately, and Kelly moaned as his lips found her nipples.
Kelly felt around for his cock again and managed to spring it loose. He was rock hard and ready. I expected Kelly to go down on him, but she had other ideas. Her need was too great. She pushed him back and straddled his lap, his cock jutting up through the fly of his pants. Kelly leaned forward, her pregnant belly pressing against his. His hands held her waist, and she pushed her breast into his face.
He swore softly.
Kelly’s skirt hung down over her ass, blocking the view, but I knew she had no panties on. She shifted, holding his cock in one hand, apparently aiming it at the mouth of her pussy.
She seemed to have tucked the head of it between her pussy lips, because she let it go and put her hands on his shoulders, and began to slowly lower herself. She moaned as she did. He thrust up from beneath her.
Kelly sank down onto him, her hips moving immediately, in a rhythmic, urging manner. I could only imagine what it felt like, having his cock rubbing her most secret, sensual walls.
I could only see his hands on her waist, but I could hear him sucking loudly on her nipples, and the raunchy quicksand sounds of his cock making the most of her wet clinging pussy.
One of the grocery workers came out the back door to grab a cigarette. He lit, keeping a watchful eye on our car, parked a few dozen feet away.
Kelly was pretty exposed, her breasts and nipples open to view, and she was obviously fucking someone. The worker took a long drag on his cigarette, and kept watching.
Kelly moaned as a hungry mouth sucked fervently on her nipples. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her breast bouncing as she fucked him.
I grew uncomfortable with the audience, so I started the engine. “I’m going to move the car,” I said. No one answered.
I drove slowly along the back alley, around a corrugated storage container, and parked there. I could see two other people sitting at the far end of the alley, so I figured this was as good a place as any for privacy.
Kelly and the guy she was fucking hadn’t responded at all. I watched her rise and fall, and reached out a hand and rested it on her back. She was whispering something in his ear, and he started fucking her even more vigorously.
The grocery store worker came around the corner of the container, his cigarette finished now, and lit a new one as he watched from ten feet away.
Kelly looked at him, and writhed on the other guy’s lap, and then suddenly cried out and pulled him to her as she came.
She came loud, groaning, very clearly lost in the passion. The other guy didn’t last much longer, exploding up into her pussy with a series of short sharp gasps.
Kelly slid off his lap, slouched back into the corner of the car. He caught his breath, then tucked his still stiff cock back into his pants.
The worker finished his second cigarette, decided the show must be over, and went back inside.
I drove back to the guy’s car, and let him out. Kelly slouched in the back of the seat, watching him go, her naked breasts rising and falling with each deep breath.
She lounged like that most of the way home, then started arranging her skirt. Cum had spilled out all over her skirt, so she just slipped it off and cleaned up with it.
I drove her into the garage, and closed the main door, then opened the back door and got in with her. She giggled as I pushed her down across the backseat, and then she sighed as I freed my cock and thrust it into her now molten cunt; her lush belly, swollen with Dwane’s growing baby, trapped between us as we fucked.
Return of the King
Anthony and Sandra had a standing invitation to visit us whenever they came out this way. They were supposed to come by a few months back, but something came up and they had to reschedule. When Kelly was well into her third trimester, they were supposed to come again, but Sandra had to stay back because of conflicting days off at work. Since the whole reason Anthony was coming out for work, he journeyed on alone.
I knew this was a little fraught for Sandra, but she seemed OK about it. Back when Kelly and I had first started dating, she’d had a threesome with Anthony and Sandra, which turned into a bit more, as she and Anthony developed a bit of a crush on each other. Then it got a little messier when Sandra turned out to have a crush on Kelly. It all worked out, but I figured Sandra would be a little concerned with Anthony meeting up with Kelly again. I think knowing Kelly was pregnant made a big difference to her.
I picked him up at the airport and we got up to speed on the way home. Kelly waited at home for us, and she gave him a friendly hug and a kiss at the door when he got there. He came in unpacked, and we all went out to dinner.
Kelly chose the place, a quiet little Italian place that she likes. Soft lighting, polite waiters, an expensive wine list, although I have to always remember for her which wine she likes. Which she wouldn’t be drinking tonight anyway, with the baby and all. We sat at a little circular booth, Kelly in the middle of course. With her swollen belly, it took a bit of effort for her to scooch in around the table, but she managed it. She looked stunning of course, in a long red dress with enough space for her baby bump, and abundant cleavage showing. This was new for Anthony. He had known Kelly when she was only a C-cup, but she was well past that size now. I noticed him several times taking little glances at her breasts. And now that she was pregnant, Kelly had foregone her little rule about no bras, and tonight had chosen a daring elegant pushup that boldly displayed her soft swelling curves, while occasionally flashing a view of lace when Kelly leaned over just so.
With her perfect makeup, soft blonde hair falling across her shoulder, and that devastating cleavage, Kelly was sex on a stick.
Also very flirty.
We hadn’t seen Anthony since his wedding, and we got to talking about many things, all quite trivial and fun and important to us. The talk roamed around to Sandra again, who was present in everyone’s minds, at least.
“You know,” said Anthony. “Sandra was a little hesitant about me making this trip without her.”
“Is that so?” I asked innocuously.
He nodded, and shot a look at Kelly. “I ha
d to make her a promise.”
Kelly didn’t give anything away, all wide eyed innocence and fuck toy. “What promise?”
Anthony looked a little sheepish. “Well, it’s presumptuous to even mention it. Time has gone by, we’re growing up, and things change.”
I agreed. “They do.”
Kelly gave a playful pout and rubbed her tummy. “They sure do.”
We laughed. Anthony smiled at her. “Sandra and I are married. You guys are married, and expecting a baby. People settle down.”
“Not me,” said Kelly. She pinched her arms together just for a moment, probably unknowingly. The movement squeezed her breasts together, highlighting them for an instant.
Anthony looked away. “Well, she wanted me to promise that I wouldn’t, you know.”
Kelly put her hand on his leg and leaned over seductively. “Wouldn’t what?” she breathed in her little girl voice.
Anthony laughed. “OK, now you’re being mean.”
“Me?” asked Kelly, in mock surprise.
Anthony decided to just get it out there. “I promised her I wouldn’t do anything with you.”
Kelly still played dumb. She was actually making me a little hard, she was being the dumb sexy blonde so well. “You mean, like go out to dinner?” she continued.
Anthony laughed, a little awkwardly. “No. Stop it. You know what I mean.”
A look of mock horror came over Kelly’s face. “You mean fuck me?”
She said the dirty word with the sweetest angelic voice. Yeah, I was hard now.
Anthony leaned away for a moment. “Yeah, I promised her I wouldn’t fuck you.”
Kelly’s soft pillowy lips parted just a little as she took this in. Her face – you had to see it. I don’t know how she does it, I mean she is sitting there in this tight dress with her cleavage flaunting her wanton soul, we all know what a wild hearted little slut she can be, and she is sitting there with Dwane’s baby burgeoning in her belly, and yet she does this sweet and innocent face, with her voice, and then she says the dirtiest words like she doesn’t even know they are sins.