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  She knew precisely what seeing her like this did to me. And yet, the way she was moving around that hotel bar, as though she hadn’t a care in the world, made it look to everyone else like she had no clue the way I was looking at her.

  One last weekend away, that’s what we’d agreed on, before the baby comes. A time when we could just be the two of us for a moment or two longer. She was a couple of months away from giving birth, and I knew as soon as that happened that things were going to change more than we could ever imagine. Sometimes, the thought of it was overwhelming, imagining what our lives were going to look like when we had a baby. But I was more excited that I’d ever been in my life, and I knew that she felt the same way. We couldn’t wait. But that didn’t mean we couldn’t enjoy what little bonuses pregnancy brought us in the meantime.

  I had always, as long as I could remember, had a thing for pregnant women. I remember when I was a kid and one of my mom’s friends came round, so far along that she was having trouble manoeuvering herself around, and all I could do was sit there and stare and stare at her. I felt something, even then, something that I would struggle to put into words for a long time afterwards. I remember digging up that same sensation the first time I was looking for porn online and making the connection that it was her pregnant body that had done that to me – the outward push of her stomach straining against her sweater, the heaviness of her breasts, that glow she seemed to exude despite everything. I wanted to touch her, to run my hands over her body, feel the contours and bumps and curves where there had been none before. It was then that I realized that I had a serious fetish for women who just so happened to be pregnant.

  It didn’t factor much into my life before I met Joanna. I mean, I found myself checking out pregnant women in the street once in a while, and sometimes I fantasised about the women I was with growing and swelling with that baby inside them, but I didn’t really talk about it with anyone. What would I say that wouldn’t sound like I just wanted an excuse to knock them up? I did my best to push it down and pretend that it wasn’t there most of the time, keeping it secluded in my little porn sessions that felt illicit and exciting and even hotter than normal. I knew that most of the guys my age would be grossed out by what I was into, so it was just easier to keep my mouth shut about it.

  Even when I met Joanna, I had become so used to keeping quiet about my kink that I didn’t mention it to her, even when we were going through the usual, flirty “so what are you into?” stuff that came about at the start of a relationship. I was so into her, I just didn’t want to scare her away with anything that she might not have been able to cope with, so I just focused on trying to make her happy, on falling in love and building a life together. Before I knew it, we were moving in together, engaged, married, and in the whirlwind of being with her I had all but forgotten about my little side interest. When it came to sex, she satisfied me so completely I would have felt a little selfish asking for anything more from her.

  That was, of course, until she walked out of the bathroom one Sunday afternoon – I remember it vividly, the look on her face painted with shock, the sunlight streaming in through the window next to us – and looked me in the eye and announced what she had just found out.

  “I’m pregnant,” she told me. The words sounded almost numb and I knew how she felt – the shock that hit my system like a ton of bricks took a good minute to dissipate. I got to my feet. We had been married six months and had talked about starting a family but I had always assumed that we would put a little more thought into it than this, that we would get more of a choice in the matter. As it was, it seemed like we had to get on board now.

  “That’s amazing,” I finally replied, and a smile cracked out over her face, a smile so big it looked as though it was going to envelop her entire person. She moved towards me, holding out her hands, and I pulled her into a tight hug and closed my eyes, pressing my face into her hair and inhaling the familiar scent deeply. This wasn’t what I’d expected, but I always knew that I was going to live this life with her, that we were going to start a family. So what if it had come around a little quicker than I had expected? I wanted to do this with her, sooner rather than later. At that moment, I wasn’t even thinking about my kink. Why would I? It wasn’t relevant to either of us. And, in the flurry of sharing the news with our respective families and putting together a nursery and making sure all our doctors appointments were in order, I didn’t give it much thought. Sure, it crossed my mind once in a while, but I didn’t focus on it with too much intensity. I would cross that bridge when I came to it.

  But then, for the first time, she started showing a bump. I first noticed it when she was making tea one morning, hanging out over by the counter and wearing a flowy top that inched up and showed off her stomach when she reached up. I glanced over, and happened to catch sight of this slight swelling in her midsection. My jaw dropped and I felt myself stir slightly – I swiftly averted my gaze and she seemed confused by the look on my face.

  “What’s up?” She demanded and I shook my head. She always knew when there was something wrong with me.

  “Nothing,” I mumbled, and quickly left the room. I didn’t want to have to explain to her what the truth was, that just looking at her like that was enough to get my pulse racing in ways that made me feel uncomfortable. I scolded myself as I went to the bathroom, looking at myself in the mirror – that was the woman who was carrying my child, for the love of God. I didn’t get to look at her that way. Not now, not ever. She wasn’t some fetish item for me to lust over. She was the mother of my child – or at least, she would be soon. I needed to get over myself.

  And that’s what I kept telling myself. But it didn’t work. As the pregnancy progressed, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her, watching the way her body changed and swelled – her breasts grew huge and heavy, so much so that she had to buy a set of new bras just to fit them. I heard it first-hand, every little ache and pain that came from how much her body was changing to accommodate the baby inside of her. She couldn’t know that it was driving me crazy, but every time she told me about some new development I felt myself go a little crazy with lust for her. I wanted her so fucking badly I could almost – shit, it was getting harder and harder to keep myself in line. I had promised myself that I wasn’t going to make her feel bad about herself, that I wasn’t going to treat my gorgeous wife as anything other than the fully-formed woman she was. But I found it harder and harder, as the days went by, to remind myself of that. Not when her stomach stuck out from beneath the tight shirts that she still insisted on wearing. Not when she lay on her back and let me rub her feet and run my hands up her thick thighs. Not when she would go without a bra and I could see those impossibly enormous tits poking through the fabric. Sometimes, just looking at her, I felt as though I might burst.

  Until finally, she confronted me about it. I guessed I should have known that my life, of all people, would notice when something was up with me, and I figured that the fact that I went bright red every time she was in the same room as me was starting to act as a giveaway that something was wrong with the way I was looking at her.

  “Damien, you’ve got to tell me,” She sighed. “It’s bothering me. I know I can be kind of gross when I’m like this, but-”

  “No, it’s nothing like that,” I assured her quickly. She raised her eyebrows at me expectantly, waiting for me to explain myself.

  “So what is it?” She demanded, crossing her arms beneath her chest and pushing her breasts up to form the most gorgeously tempting line of cleavage that poked over the top of her shirt. I let my eyes trace their way down her body and sighed. I figured I was going to have to tell her sooner or later.

  “I have this…thi
ng,” I finally admitted. “For…for pregnant women.”

  “Huh?” She furrowed her brow at me. She looked confused, like I’d just told her I had a thing for window blinds.

  “It’s this…I don’t know, I guess it’s a kink of mine,” I admitted, the words coming easier to me than I thought they would. I guessed that’s what happened when you were sharing them with the one person you trusted more than anything.

  “Ever since I could remember, pregnant women have always done something to me,” I continued, speaking slowly, watching her face for a reaction with every word that came out of my mouth.

  “What…what do they do to you?” She pressed. There was a glimmer in her eye that told me she was already coming up with a plan in her head, but I wasn’t sure whether it would be one that did me any good or not.

  “The way your…” I pointed to her stomach. “And your tits. And your face. And…all of it. I just…I just…”

  I was scrambling about for words in my head now, struggling to come up with what I needed to get across what I meant. But a smile had cracked across her face, a big one, the same one that had appeared when she had found out about the pregnancy in the first place.

  “You’re into me like this?” She asked, speaking slowly, like she was sure that I was about to wave my hands around and admit that I was just goofing with her. I nodded.

  “And all this time I’ve been feeling like a fat-ass pile of nothing,” she shook her head and grinned. I raised my eyebrows.

  “You don’t mind?” I asked, shocked.

  “Mind?” She sounded surprised. “You think I would mind that my husband wants to fuck me even though I look like this?”

  And it was after that we booked this hotel trip. She insisted on it. I guessed she had been doing some reading up on the matter at hand, because a few times I came across her phone and found her looking through pregnancy-related porn and erotica. It got me so fucking hard, just thinking about her getting off to this stuff the same way I was, but she wouldn’t let anything serious happen between us. No, she would just parade around in tight-ass clothes, her belly and her breasts all but spilling out from underneath them, and torment me with the promise of what I couldn’t have.

  She agreed to meet me at the hotel bar – she said she’d get the room all sorted and ready to go so we could just meet and then…well, what would happen next was dangling in the air between us and I couldn’t wait to consummate that which I’d been trying to ignore all this time.

  And when I walked into that hotel bar and saw her, my jaw all but dropped. She was wearing this dress that I’d never seen before, tight and black and hugging each and every one of her curves. Her stomach protruded pointedly from her torso, and she had gone braless so that I could see the bite of her nipples against the fabric. She was leaning up against the bar, drinking some non-alcoholic cocktail, her face arranged carefully to look as nonchalant as possible. Her hair was pulled up and back, showing off the curve of her neck perfectly. I wanted to walk over there and kiss it, but I knew that I needed a little time to get myself together first. She glanced over at me and smiled as I walked in, and I took a deep breath and made my way towards her. I could see other men at the bar looking at her, eyeing her up hungrily, but she was mine. All mine. And I intended to remind her of that fact.

  I kissed her as soon as I reached the bar, pushing my tongue roughly into her mouth and not caring one bit for who saw or what they thought of me when they did. Let them judge me. She was my woman and I was going to take her any way I wanted.

  “The hotel room,” I growled in her ear. “Now.”

  Her stomach was pressing up against me and I could already feel myself growing hard. She glanced up at me, playing all wide-eyed and innocent, but I could see the carnal intent flickering over her face just the same way it was doing mine. She pulled out the key card and pushed it into my hand.

  “Room “03,” she murmured. “Let’s get out of here.”

  I let her walk in front of me, to the elevator, and watched the sway of her thick ass in front of me as she moved. She had gained weight all over and I loved the way she filled out that dress so generously it threatened to bust at the seams. As soon as we reached the elevator, it opened and I followed her inside. And that was when I realized I couldn’t wait any longer.

  “Fuck, Joanna,” I growled against her lips as I leaned down to kiss her again. I pressed my hand against her stomach, loving the way it felt under my hand, loving the bulge of it beneath her dress. I pushed her back, against the back of the elevator, and she lifted her hands over her head and allowed me access to her swollen tits. She had always been well-endowed, but by now they were absurdly big, her nipples hard beneath my hands as I massaged her with my open palms.

  “You look so fucking hot like this,” I murmured into her ear, and she let out this long moan that let me know that she was getting off on this just as much as I was. I pressed myself against her leg, harder than I could ever remember being in my life. How many times had I fantasised about having a woman like this, heavily pregnant and thick as hell as desperate for my cock?

  The elevator pinged open and we leapt apart, but there was no-one there to catch us in the act. She grabbed my hand and hurried along to the hotel room, pulling me behind her. I unlocked the door and she tugged me inside, and finally, I had her to myself once more.

  My hands were everywhere all at once, moving over her body like she was a hot meal and I hadn’t eaten in days. I sank my fingers into her ass, her thighs, her back, her belly nudging up against me the whole time. My tongue was in her mouth, her fingers in my hair, and my mind was racing with the possibilities we could indulge the rest of this evening. We had all night long, and I wasn’t sure even that would be enough to make sure that I got to do everything I wanted to with her.

  “On the bed,” she breathed in my ear, and she guided me back towards the enormous double bed in the centre of the room. I lay down, expecting her to slide on top of me, but instead she stayed where she was, still standing. I propped myself up on my elbows, breath still coming fast, and looked up at her curiously.

  “What are you-”

  “Just let me,” she cut me off, and then she began to inch the straps of her dress down over her shoulders. I wanted to touch her so badly, but more than anything I wanted to see her. She had never let me just look at her like this before and I wasn’t going to fight it now that she seemed so confident, so happy to show off her gorgeous body to me.

  She took her time, rolling the dress down her body teasingly, letting me catch a glimpse of her breasts before she turned her back and shot a look at me over her shoulder. She wiggled her ass playfully as she stepped out of the dress, bending over so that I could see her soaked pussy through the thin fabric of her white panties. I clenched my fists at my sides, trying to keep from touching her – she was doing this for me, and the least I could do in return was let her set the pace. She grinned widely as she turned back around, in nothing but a pair of panties, and I sucked in a sharp breath as I laid eyes on her for the first time.

  She looked incredible. No, more than that – incredible didn’t do justice to how she looked at that moment. I traced every inch of her with my eyes, and took in everything I could, trying to sear this image on to my memory. Her tits looked incredible – I knew they had grown in the last few months, but as it was, they looked so ridiculously, deliciously swollen, like ripe fruit waiting to be plucked. She traced her fingers over them, teasing her nipples to hardness once more, and then let her fingers move south, over her stomach. I had never seen her this naked in front of me before since she had really started to grow a belly, but the sight of it like this, all laid out for me like the best Christmas present I ever asked for, was making my cock strain almost painfully against my pants.

  “You like?” She asked, moving her hands over her stomach in slow motions that seemed set to hypnotize me.

  “I love,” I groaned, and reached out for her. “Get here. I need you on top of me.�
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  “Take off your pants,” she ordered, and I raised my eyebrows at her. This more dominant side of her was something I hadn’t seen so much of before, but I did as I was told. Anything she wanted, I would do it. I was completely and utterly in her thrall, in the thrall of the way she looked and the way she made me feel. She pulled off her panties, the little puff of pubic hair above her pussy making me smile. She just looked so womanly like that, so full-bodied and full-blooded.

  Finally, she slid on top of me, taking my cock in her hand and stroking it a few times; the sight of it so close to her rounded belly was almost enough to get me to blow my load there and then, but I held myself together.

  “I want to feel you inside me,” she moaned softly, closing her eyes and lifting her hips up. And fuck, the thought that she’d been waiting for this as long as I had, that she’d been imaging my cock buried deep inside her pussy all day long, was all I needed to get me there. I grabbed her hips, guided her over my cock, and she slowly began to sink her perfect self down on to my dick.

  “Oh my God,” she gasped once she had me taken in up to the hilt. I could only stare at her, unable to find the words to express everything that was going through my head in that moment. How could I? I was buried deep inside a heavily pregnant woman who was all but begging for my cock. I couldn’t think of anything better than that.

  She began to move on top of me, just small motions at first, back and forth, but it was enough to get her tits to swing pendulously in front of me. I reached out and let my hands stray all over her body once more, letting them linger on her stomach – the solidness of it, how little it gave under my hands, was a reminder of exactly what was in there and just made me harder. I thrust up to meet her grinding down into me, and she let out this half-gasp half-moan in response. Her eyes flew open and she looked at me, and I had never seen an expression like it on her face before, not in all the time that I’d known her. I felt as though I was about to come there and then, but I was so not even close to being done yet.