She Obeyed Her Husband Even in the Operating Room

The morning after announcing the pregnancy, Gonzalo’s coworkers were joking by the coffee machine as if they were talking about the weather.

—Hey, have you thought about what happens after the birth? —Sergio asked with a crooked smile—. They say everything down there ends up looser. That you don’t enjoy it the same anymore.

—I hadn’t heard that —Gonzalo replied, and something in his chest tightened.

—It’s like that —Hugo added, shrugging—. After giving birth, the cunt changes. It loosens up. You stick your cock in and it’s like swishing it around inside a jug. That’s life, man.

—My wife had a C-section because the kid was lying the wrong way —said Esteban, the one from accounting—. And I swear she came out like new. She still grips me just as tight as the first day. I can’t complain.

—Point for Marcela —said Gonzalo, remembering his coworker’s Brazilian wife.

The four of them laughed, but Gonzalo laughed a second later than the others, like someone who has just discovered a crack and is pretending not to have seen it.

—Anyway —Andrés said, suddenly serious—. Now that you know, it’s something to keep in mind. F-cking your wife five years after a natural birth is not the same. It’s no joke.

—Yeah —murmured Gonzalo—. I suppose not.

Gonzalo was thirty-four, with a short beard and a gaze that rarely hesitated. He worked as a systems consultant with the same certainty with which he organized every corner of his marriage. Maite, his wife, was an architect, thirty-one, with brown hair that fell over her shoulders. She had grown up in the north, in a family where no one raised their voice, and she had found in surrender to Gonzalo the cleanest way to be herself. Yielding did not diminish her. It completed her.

That idea from the office, however, did not let him go all day.

***

In the afternoon, Maite went to the gynecologist’s office. She had been feeling a vague anxiety for weeks, and took the chance to let it out.

—Doctor, I’ve been turning the birth over in my head for days —she said, playing with her ring—. What if I ask for a C-section? I’ve read about the pain, the complications…

—It’s normal to be afraid —the doctor replied calmly—. But a C-section is major surgery. It carries its own risks: infections, bleeding, a slower recovery. We reserve it for when it’s medically necessary. In your case, if everything keeps going this well, the ideal thing is a vaginal birth.

Maite nodded, relieved halfway. Then she lowered her voice, as if the question embarrassed her.

—And my body? Will I be… different? I’m worried my husband won’t like me the same afterward. You know, in bed.

—Don’t worry about that now —the doctor said patiently—. The cunt can be a bit stretched at first, yes, but nothing that can’t recover with exercises. I’ll give you a sheet with Kegels. In a few weeks it’ll be just as tight as before and your husband won’t notice the difference when he penetrates you.

She left there calm. She had a plan, she had answers, and she had the certainty that her body would be hers again. What she didn’t imagine was that the decision about that certainty did not belong to her.

***

That night, at home, she broached the subject carefully, timing it as she always timed the things she knew he might not like.

—Gonzalo, can I tell you what the doctor said? —she asked, seeking his approval before going on.

He looked up from his phone and nodded.

—He recommended a natural birth —she said slowly—. He says that, barring complications, it’s best for me and the baby. And the thing about my cunt is fixed with a few exercises. I know you were worried, but…

Gonzalo frowned.

—I want us to talk to him again. About the C-section.

—But I already talked to him. And he explained the risks. It’s an operation, Gonzalo.

—I know. —He set the phone on the table, unhurried—. But today at work the subject came up of how a woman’s body changes after a natural birth. How her cunt gets wide, loose. And I thought about us. About how we f-ck. I deserve to keep sticking it in you and feeling you as tight as always. And you deserve to keep feeling me fill you the same as now.

—The doctor was very clear —she insisted, without raising her voice—. And what we have in bed is stronger than any physical change. Don’t you think?

—I think this really matters to me. —He looked at her fixedly, with that calm firmness that always disarmed her—. Unless there’s a risk to the baby, I want it to be by C-section. I don’t want to risk losing even a gram of desire for you. Not a single squeeze when I f-ck you.

Maite felt the old fear climbing inside her. I don’t want to disappoint him. I don’t want him to look at me differently someday. I don’t want his cock to go soft looking at me one day. She sighed.

—I want what’s best for us —she said at last—. If it’s that important to you, we’ll talk to the doctor again. The important thing is to be well. Together.

Gonzalo smiled, and in that smile there was more than tenderness. There was satisfaction.

***

The next day, Maite told Lorena, her assistant at the studio, about her doubts.

—No need to go through an operating room for that —Lorena told her—. With Kegel exercises you recover elasticity and your cunt ends up like a little girl’s. Tons of women do it and go back to f-cking just the same. Why risk surgery when you can avoid it?

—That’s exactly what the doctor said —Maite admitted—. But for Gonzalo it’s important.

Lorena looked at her for a moment, as if she wanted to say more, and in the end she only smiled.

That same week, encouraged by him, Maite also called Marcela, Esteban’s wife, who had had a C-section.

—Yes, mine was because the kid was coming out backwards, there was no other way —Marcela told her on the phone—. Everything went fine, I’m not going to lie to you, but the recovery was hard. The first few days I could barely move, and the scar was a pain. If it hadn’t been for the baby’s safety, I wouldn’t have done it. Think it through carefully, because it’s a real operation.

Maite hung up more unsettled than before. And even so, that same afternoon she called her cousin Beatriz, almost looking for someone to give her permission to do what she already knew she was going to do.

—A C-section with no need for one? —Beatriz sounded alarmed—. Maite, that’s not something to take lightly. More risk, worse recovery.

—I know. But Gonzalo is very worried about how the birth could affect me. And he has the final word on this.

There was silence on the other end.

—Well —Beatriz said at last, resigned—. If it’s that important to him, I suppose the best thing is to do what he decides. Sometimes it’s better not to go against husbands, even if it costs you something.

—That’s what I think too —Maite replied, and when she hung up she felt oddly at peace. As if she had handed a burden back to someone she knew could carry it better.

***

Before going back to the gynecologist, she made one last gesture, more out of habit than conviction. She came up behind him while he was working on the computer, ran her hand over his neck, and lowered her lips to his ear.

—No surgery is necessary, honey —she whispered in a coaxing voice—. With a little exercise you’ll see I’ll still have a cunt as tight as you like. I’m going to squeeze your cock just like always, I promise. There are special moves for that.

She bit his earlobe. She slipped a hand inside his T-shirt and reached for his crotch. She found it soft, dead, indifferent.

—Maite, don’t start. —Gonzalo didn’t even look up—. It’s going to be a C-section because I’m saying so. I’m not backing down.

—You’re the boss —she said, with a hint of annoyance. Not because of the decision itself, but because he hadn’t even bothered to persuade her. He knew he didn’t need to. And that, deep down, also soaked her panties.

At the appointment, it was Gonzalo who spoke.

—After thinking about it, we’ve decided it will be a C-section.

—It’s a valid option in certain cases —the doctor replied, weighing his words—, but natural birth offers a faster recovery and fewer risks. There’s no danger to the baby that would justify surgery.

—I know you’re right, doctor —Maite interjected—. But my husband’s opinion is very important to me. I want to make him happy. If that means a C-section, I’ll accept the risks.

The doctor looked at them both for a long second. He knew how to read certain dynamics, and this was not the first time he had seen one like it.

—If you are fully decided and properly informed, we’ll proceed —he yielded—. My priority is your health.

On the way out, Maite kissed Gonzalo on the cheek.

—What a pain this doctor is —she joked—. He doesn’t understand what really matters to us.

Gonzalo put his arm around her waist, master and owner. She let herself be guided, convincing herself that it had been her decision too.

***

That night, with the moonlight filtering through the blinds, Gonzalo watched her from the bed. The pregnancy had transformed Maite’s body in ways she still didn’t know how to look at: swollen breasts, with nipples darker and more sensitive than ever, hips a little wider, a rounded belly with a serenity she struggled to recognize as beauty.

—Come here —he said, holding out his hand.

Maite slid between the sheets naked and rested her head on his chest. He caressed her belly, tracing slow circles over the taut skin.

—You’re beautiful —he murmured against her hair—. Don’t feel clumsy or heavy. I’ve never wanted you more. I’ve never gotten so hard just looking at you.

She smiled, but her eyes still didn’t quite believe him. Gonzalo noticed, and instead of insisting with words, he lowered his mouth to the curve of her shoulder, then to her neck, then to the earlobe. He licked the edge and she shivered. He went lower, very slowly, and took a swollen nipple between his lips. He sucked it calmly, unhurriedly, playing with his tongue around the areola darkened by the pregnancy, and Maite arched because they hurt and burned at the same time. He switched to the other one, and on that one he sank his teeth in gently until she let out a gasp.

—They’re huge —he whispered, biting them—. I’m going to eat your tits whole.

His hands traced every change in her body with a new devotion. He spread her thighs with his palm and stroked the inner side, moving up slowly, not reaching. He brushed her cunt lips with two fingers, very lightly, and found them already soaked.

—You’re so wet already —he said, and brought his fingers to his mouth to suck them in front of her—. You taste different since you got pregnant. Stronger.

Maite closed her eyes and let the warmth of those palms dissolve her doubts one by one. Gonzalo kissed his way down her belly, lingered at the navel, and kept going until his head sank between her open thighs. He ran his whole tongue over her cunt, bottom to top, slowly, closing his lips over the clit at the end. Maite moaned and buried her fingers in his hair.

He ate her out thoroughly. He parted her lips with two fingers and licked inside her, searching, sucking, sinking his tongue as deep as he could. He circled the clit with the tip and then sucked it fully, pulling upward, and Maite drove her heels into his shoulders. He stayed like that until she began to tremble and press his head against her cunt, half choking him, panting obscenities that at another time would have made her ashamed.

—Yes, like that, eat it, don’t stop, suck my cunt, please…

Gonzalo stopped her just before the end. He climbed over her body with his chin shining and passed his mouth over hers, wetting her with his own taste. Maite licked, eager.

—Tonight —he whispered against her lips— I’m going to do you from behind. I’m going to f-ck you in the ass.

Maite felt the nervous tingle in her stomach. Since the pregnancy had advanced they had been careful, affectionate, but he hadn’t asked for that. Until now.

—I don’t know if I’ll be able to —she said, lowering her gaze—. I’m afraid for the baby. And like this, pregnant, it’s going to hurt.

Gonzalo lifted her chin with two fingers, forcing her to hold his gaze.

—It’s not going to hurt —he promised, with that mixture of command and tenderness that undid her—. We’ll go slowly. Very slowly. I’m going to open your ass patiently, with oil, until I get all the way in. And if you want to stop at any point, we’ll stop. But trust me.

—You always hurt me when you put it in there —she murmured.

—Just a little, baby. And this time not.

Maite nodded. She always trusted him. She had already yielded on the C-section; yielding her ass too was, simply, what she was. And she liked it.

***

Gonzalo kissed her with a sweetness that contrasted with what he had just asked, and began to prepare her with infinite patience. He placed her on her side, with her back against his chest and one leg lifted over his, so as not to crush her belly. He nipped the nape of her neck softly, licked her shoulder, caught the earlobe between his teeth.

His hand slid down over the front of her belly and found her cunt again. It was dripping. He shoved two fingers in at once and Maite moaned and pushed her ass back, searching for him. She felt his cock hard against her buttocks, thick, throbbing, marking her thigh.

—Look how wet you are —he whispered in her ear, moving his fingers inside her—. It’s spilling out of you everywhere. You’re soaking my hand just from thinking I’m going to put it in your ass.

—Shut up —she panted, but she drove her hips against his fingers.

Gonzalo pulled his fingers out, shining with arousal, and dragged them through the crease between her buttocks, spreading the moisture backward. He soaked the tight, wrinkled entrance to the asshole thoroughly. Then he massaged it in circles, without pushing, just touching, testing the closed muscle.

She gave herself over to the touch, feeling pleasure begin to take the place of fear. When his fingers insisted more intently, Maite held her breath and clenched by instinct.

—Breathe —he murmured against her skin—. Just breathe. Open for me.

The pressure was minimal at first, barely a brush, a circular massage that asked permission more than it demanded entry. Maite felt her ass resist by pure instinct, felt it close, refusing to give way.

—I can’t —she whispered, burying her face in the pillow—. It won’t go in.

—Yes, you can —he answered, without stopping stroking her—. Take your time. There’s no rush at all. We can be here all night if we have to, but in the end you’re going to have my whole cock inside your ass.

The minutes stretched. Gonzalo never stopped: he alternated massage with kisses on her back, her buttocks, her nape, while his other hand rested on her belly, reminding her at every instant that what was growing inside was safe, that nothing they did could harm it if they did it this way. Little by little, the tension began to ease. His breathing, warm and steady in Maite’s ear, kept her present, not fleeing the moment.

When at last the pad of his finger passed through the first ring of resistance, she muffled a sound that was not pain. It was relief, surprise, surrendering right to what she feared most.

—That’s it —he whispered—. Just like that, little by little. You’re doing so well. Your ass is opening up all the way for me.

The finger advanced millimeter by millimeter, stopping each time she held her breath, resuming when he felt her ready. The sensation was strange, invasive and yet intimate in a way Maite didn’t know how to name. As if he were claiming her from the inside.

When it was fully inside, both of them stayed still for a few seconds. She felt her ass adjusting to the foreign presence. Then, very slowly, he began to move: a slight back-and-forth, almost imperceptible, drawing the finger out halfway and then pushing it back in fully. Maite clenched the sheets in her fists, biting her lip, but it was no longer pain making her shiver. It was something new, a mix of pleasure and vulnerability that overwhelmed her.

—I’m going to put another one in —he warned—. Hold on.

He added a second finger, and this time it did burn. Maite let out a small shriek into the pillow and he stopped inside, motionless, waiting for the muscle to give. With his other hand he went back for her clit and began to rub it with two fingertips, in quick circles, until she melted and her ass relaxed around his fingers.

—That’s it —he whispered—. When I touch your cunt, your ass opens all by itself. You’re so dirty, my love.

He started to move them, two fingers entering and leaving his wife’s asshole, opening it, stretching it, preparing it for what was coming. Maite gasped, pushed her hips back to feel them deeper, moaning every time he scissors them open inside her.

—Does it hurt? —he asked, stopping.

She shook her head, wordless.

—Do you want me to stop?

Another shake of the head, this time firmer.

—Tell me what you want.

—Put it in —whispered Maite, red with shame—. Put it in now. Please.

Gonzalo smiled against her nape and withdrew his fingers with the same slowness with which he had put them in. He took the bottle of oil from the nightstand and lubricated his cock generously, top to bottom, smearing the swollen head until it gleamed all over. He poured another stream directly between her buttocks and let it slide down to the hole. With the tip he started rubbing her ass up and down, wetting it, and Maite tensed again.

—Easy —he murmured—. I’m going very slowly. You just breathe and push gently when I tell you, as if you were going to shit. That’s how it opens.

She nodded, clutching the pillow. He rested the head of his cock against the asshole and pressed, very slowly. The pressure grew, and for an instant the pain threatened to return. But then Gonzalo’s arms wrapped around her belly, holding her from behind, protecting her, and his fingers found her clit and began to stroke it with the same calm with which he advanced.

—Push, my love. Push out.

Maite obeyed. She felt the muscle open and the thick head of the cock force its way through, widen her, slip inside with a dull burn that made her moan loudly. Gonzalo went still as soon as the glans passed, panting against her nape.

—F-ck —he muttered—. F-ck, you’re so tight.

The contrast was overwhelming. The pressure from behind mixed with the pleasure in front in a combination that blurred her vision. She moaned, this time without shame, feeling how her body, for the first time, accepted that entrance without rejecting it completely. Gonzalo began to sink in more, centimeter by centimeter, stopping every time he felt her tense, resuming as soon as she breathed. His fingers never stopped working her clit, and every time Maite panted with pleasure, he took the opportunity to push in a little more.

When at last she felt his pubic hair against her buttocks, he stopped completely.

—There —he whispered once he was fully inside—. There it is, all of it. All my cock inside your ass. Me inside you, my hands on your belly, our son growing there. You’re mine in every possible way.

Maite cried. Not from pain, but from the sheer intensity of the moment. From feeling so possessed, so his, so f-cked, so bound to him that she no longer knew where she ended and he began.

The movements were slow, almost ceremonial. He began to rock inside her, barely pulling out and then sinking all the way in again. Each thrust was a sigh, a caress, a promise. With every back-and-forth, Maite’s ass squeezed his cock like a hot fist, and Gonzalo had to clench his teeth not to come right then and there. But he was not seeking his own end, only hers; he only wanted to show her that she could give herself completely, without fear.

He sped up just a little. The fingers on her clit moved faster, and with the other hand slipped between her thighs he shoved three fingers into her cunt, filling her from front and back at the same time. Maite screamed into the pillow.

—Yes, yes, like that, don’t stop, like that…

—You’re double-full, my love —he panted in her ear—. The cock in your ass and my fingers in your cunt. I feel you everywhere. I can feel you throbbing.

She came without warning. It didn’t explode: it swept over her like a long, deep wave, from head to toe, making her tremble in his arms while a hoarse moan escaped her and her ass clamped down like a vise around her husband’s cock. Gonzalo felt her contract around him, felt her milking him from the inside, and he could not hold back any longer.

—I’m coming —he growled—. I’m coming inside, baby.

—Yes, come, fill my ass…

He drove into her three more times, deep, and emptied himself inside her with a tenderness that belied the crudity of the act. Maite felt the hot spurts of semen filling her from within, and closed her eyes, savoring each spasm of the cock against the walls of her ass. They remained joined, embraced, feeling the last spasms die away and calm return.

Very slowly, he withdrew. The cock came out with a wet sound and a thick white thread spilled down her thigh to the sheet. Gonzalo looked at it with dark satisfaction and ran two fingers over it, collecting it, then brought them to Maite’s lips. She opened her mouth without opening her eyes and sucked them clean.

***

When they finally separated, Maite turned as best she could and curled up against his chest. Gonzalo stroked her hair, her back, her belly.

—Does it hurt?

—A little —she admitted, with a tired smile—. But it was worth it.

He kissed her forehead. Then, almost absentmindedly, he slid a finger between her legs: he probed her swollen, throbbing cunt, and found it wet but firm, tight, just the way he liked it. He pushed it in all the way and she reflexively tightened around it, milking it softly. Gonzalo smiled. He was checking as one checks that a treasure is still intact.

—Everything we do together is worth it —he murmured—. The C-section too. So you can keep your cunt exactly like that. So you always squeeze me the way you did tonight.

She closed her eyes, letting sleep win. Somewhere in her mind, doubts still remained: about her body, about the operating room, about the future. But there, wrapped in Gonzalo’s warmth, with his seed still seeping out between her buttocks and with the certainty that he would always decide what was best for both of them, everything seemed bearable.

Even stopping being afraid.