The Secret My Girlfriend Discovered at the Maternity Ward

Mariana and Bruno were a couple like any other, two ordinary people who had gone to ordinary schools and led ordinary lives. Bruno was twenty-three and had one course left before finishing his business administration degree. Mariana, at twenty-one, was halfway through hers. They had known each other since adolescence and had been together for almost five years.

Over time they had discovered together nearly everything a young couple discovers alone. First with shyness, with that clumsiness of the first times, and later with a hunger that was never sated. The chemistry between them was obvious. Their bodies understood each other without words, read each other in the dark, and that gave them an advantage few couples had.

Mariana had always been the curious one of the two. She liked to explore, to try things, to push the boundaries a little further each time. Bruno was different: more reserved, more protective of his privacy, one of those who prefer the usual. But he never denied his girlfriend a fantasy. He knew that as long as she was happy, he was the luckiest man in the world.

One night, during a dinner at Bruno’s parents’ house, his older sister announced that she was pregnant. After the hugs, the congratulations, and the overpoured wine, Bruno noticed that Mariana had gone silent, her gaze lost somewhere in the tablecloth.

—What’s wrong? Are you okay? —he asked in her ear.

—Yes, love —she replied slowly—. It’s just that the news made me think about a few things.

She looked at him with a smile he knew far too well and dragged him back to the table, where the others were still toasting. Bruno never relaxed again for the rest of dinner. That smile meant Mariana had thought of something, and it was rarely anything innocent.

***

On the way home, with the avenue lights sliding across the windshield, Bruno couldn’t hold back any longer.

—What’s gotten into your head, you wicked girl? —he asked without taking his eyes off the road.

—Why do you assume it’s something wicked? —she replied, amused.

—Because I know you. You only make that face when you’re hatching one of your crazier ideas.

—Maybe you know me too well. —She let out a low laugh, almost guilty.

—Come on, tell me already.

Mariana turned in her seat, tucking one leg beneath the other.

—Do you remember that last month we started the gynecology module? That month was all theory. Last week we began the practicals. I have to complete fifty hours in the ward: checkups, samples, whatever’s needed.

—Mm-hm. And what does that have to do with your little devil face?

—Promise you won’t laugh. I think I’ve never had anything so weird cross my mind.

—You scare me a little sometimes, Mariana. But I love you, and I would never judge you. Besides, your crazy ideas are usually pretty entertaining.

She took a deep breath, like someone about to confess a heavy secret.

—The first woman I had to see was eight months along. She’d come in for a breast check and needed a culture. I asked her to undress, gave her a gown, and when I started the exam, I barely touched her with one finger and all her skin broke out in goosebumps. Her tits were swollen, heavy, with nipples so big and dark they looked like they were begging for a mouth, and as soon as I touched her she shuddered in a way I wasn’t expecting.

Bruno listened in silence, still not understanding where this was going.

—When I helped her lie back down for the culture —she continued—, her belly was enormous. At one point I couldn’t take my eyes off it. And when she made the effort to lie down, her belly went hard, tense. I… I don’t know how to explain it, but something inside me reacted. I felt my pussy get wet under my uniform, so much that I had to press my thighs together so it wouldn’t show. I got embarrassed, tried to ignore it, and kept doing my job. When I told her I was going to continue with the procedure, she apologized. She told me to forgive how sensitive she’d been, that she’d been like that for months because of the hormones, that any little touch turned her on, that if her husband touched her she’d come in a minute. I reassured her and finished. But since that day I haven’t been able to get it out of my head.

—That’s normal, isn’t it? —Bruno said, trying to downplay it—. The hormones are through the roof.

—I know, but I’d never experienced it so up close. I’d never stopped to think about what a pregnant woman’s desire is like. Imagine feeling everything more intensely, every caress multiplied, your pussy dripping all day long. —She paused—. And there’s something about that body, that shape… I find it incredibly attractive. The tits full of milk, the bigger ass, the taut belly… it drives me crazy.

—Are you going to turn out to be a lesbian on me now? —he joked, though his voice trembled a little.

—No, idiot. —She squeezed his thigh over his pants, and her hand slid upward until it brushed the bulge that was already beginning to show—. What if I get pregnant by you?

Bruno braked harder than necessary at the traffic light.

—What? Now you’ve gone too far. How am I supposed to get you pregnant? You’re halfway through your degree, I haven’t finished mine yet. Work is going well, but it’s not the time, and certainly not just out of curiosity.

—I know, I know. —She laughed, resting her forehead on his shoulder—. But now that your sister is going to be pregnant, the thought of watching her change, getting rounder and rounder, is insanely hot. And the idea is turning me on like mad. I think I’ve just discovered a new fetish.

—My God. So now pregnant women turn you on? And my sister on top of that? —He shook his head, but a half smile betrayed him—. Still, knowing that gets you going gets me going too, and you know damn well it does. So, as the pregnancy goes on, we’ll see what happens. Deal?

—Yes, love. Thank you. —She kissed his cheek with an almost childish happiness that completely undid him.

***

The following weeks were a delicious torment. Mariana spent two and a half months in the maternity ward, and by then she was coming off every shift with her body on fire, unable to think about anything else. Bruno picked her up every day when she got off, and there were few afternoons when they didn’t end up tangled in the back seat or stumbling up the stairs to lock themselves in their room.

The first time he picked her up in the car, Mariana didn’t even let him leave the hospital parking lot. She moved to the back seat without saying a word, hiked her skirt up to her waist, and yanked her panties down, leaving them hanging from one ankle. Bruno looked in the rearview mirror only once before climbing in after her. She was already straddling him, her panties soaked and her pussy burning, and she fumbled with his pants, undoing them with urgent fingers.

—Put it in me already —she whispered in his ear, searching for his cock with her hand—. I’ve been thinking about this all morning, I can’t take it anymore.

Bruno had been hard since he saw her come out the door. He grabbed himself, positioned his cock at her opening, and Mariana dropped her hips at once, taking him all the way in to the hilt. She moaned so loudly Bruno clamped a hand over her mouth, half terrified and half delirious with lust. She started riding him furiously, bracing her hands on the car roof, going up and down on his dick with a rhythm that made her tits bounce against her shirt. Bruno tore the buttons off in one yank, pulled her breasts out of her bra, and took them into his mouth one after the other, biting her nipples while she came for the first time, squeezing his cock with her pussy in hot spasms.

—Again —Mariana begged, still moving—. Don’t stop, I want another.

Bruno grabbed her hips and started thrusting from below, slamming his pelvis against her ass with hard blows that made the car suspension creak. Mariana’s pussy was so wet the slapping sound could be heard each time he drove deep into her. He came inside without warning, growling against her neck, and she came for the second time, feeling the hot cum filling her.

They stayed like that for a while, sweaty and breathless, with the window fogged up and her panties thrown on the car floor. Bruno thought his body wasn’t going to last if this happened every day. And it did.

He was stunned. He had never seen her like this, so insatiable, so raw over a single thought. One afternoon, after class, he decided they needed to talk about it seriously.

—Mariana, we need to talk. —He stopped her before she could jump him as soon as he closed the bedroom door—. I’ve noticed how turned on you’ve been these weeks. You’re going to kill me, seriously.

—Oh, sorry. —She bit her lip, torn between laughter and apology—. I really can’t help it. Seeing them every day leaves me in a state that doesn’t calm down until you get here.

—I know, and it’s not like I’m complaining. —He sat on the edge of the bed and held out his hand for her to come closer—. But I’d like to understand it better. What if we look at some things together and you tell me what attracts you so much? Photos, videos, whatever. I don’t have a clue, but I want you to guide me.

—Would you really do that for me?

—Of course I would. If this turns you on that much, I want to understand why. Maybe I’ll even end up liking it.

Bruno reached for the laptop and opened it on his lap, ready to look for some report, some medical explanation that would help him understand. Mariana stopped him with a hand over his and a crooked smile.

—No, love, not there. That might scare you. Better here.

She took the computer from him gently, typed in an address he couldn’t read, and when she looked back up at him, she found him bewildered but full of curiosity. She kept searching without losing the smile.

—Does this really exist? —Bruno asked, leaning toward the screen.

—You can’t imagine how much material there is. I was stunned too. Turns out I’m not the only crazy one whose pulse races over this.

They spent the whole afternoon like that, her showing him one thing after another, explaining in detail what attracted her to each image, where her gaze landed, what made her squeeze her thighs together. She pointed out taut bellies, dark swollen nipples, round asses, women on all fours with their bellies hanging as they got fucked from behind, creampies without condoms, close-ups of swollen pussies dripping semen. Bruno started out uncomfortable, then intrigued, and in the end as turned on as she was. His cock bulged in his pants painfully. Something had gotten inside him, an idea that until that afternoon had seemed ridiculous and that suddenly didn’t sound so bad.

Mariana noticed the bulge and ran her hand over it, pressing it with her open palm.

—See? I told you you’d like it —she whispered, biting his ear—. You’re rock hard just from me showing you photos.

She pulled down his zipper without looking away from the screen, took out his cock, and wrapped her hand around it. She began stroking him slowly, her fist moving up and down as she kept scrolling through images with her other hand. Bruno was breathing in short gasps. She leaned down and took him into her mouth in one go, swallowing him to the back of her throat. Bruno let out a rough groan and grabbed her hair with both hands. Mariana sucked him deeply, moving her head up and down, coating his entire cock all the way to his balls, pulling him out with a string of spit hanging from her lip so she could lick him from the base and swallow him whole again.

—I love the way you suck my cock —he growled, tugging her hair—. Fuck, Mariana…

She stood up abruptly, took off her T-shirt and bra in one motion, and kicked off her pants to one side. She stood naked in front of him, her tits standing up and her nipples hard, her skin flushed from pure arousal. Bruno ripped off the rest of her clothes, laid her on her back on the bed, and spread her legs wide open. Mariana’s pussy was shining, soaked, with the lips parted and the clit so swollen it was visible from afar.

—Look at how you are —he murmured, sliding two fingers between her folds—. You’re dripping.

—Eat me out, please —she gasped—. Suck my pussy until I come.

Bruno lowered his head and licked her pussy from bottom to top, tasting her, sinking his tongue between her lips, carefully sucking her clit between his teeth. Mariana arched her back and pressed his head against her sex with both hands, rubbing herself against his mouth. He slid two fingers inside her and curled them, searching for the spot that drove her insane, while he kept sucking her clit nonstop. She came a few minutes later, her legs trembling and a muffled cry escaping her, soaking his chin and neck with fluid.

They couldn’t hold out much longer. Bruno straightened up, his mouth still glistening, positioned himself between her legs, and gripped his cock to slide it over her wet cunt. He rubbed it slowly, up and down, brushing her clit with the tip until Mariana started begging him.

—Put it in me already, Bruno, please.

—Without anything —he said, looking her in the eyes—. No condom. Are you sure?

—Without anything. I want to really feel you. I want you to come inside me.

He shoved it in with one thrust, all the way to the hilt. They both moaned at once, she from how full her pussy felt with his bare cock, he from the tight heat receiving him without a barrier. He started fucking her slowly, pulling out almost all the way and driving back in until he hit bottom, watching their bodies, seeing his cock sliding in and out of her pussy, shining. Mariana hooked her legs around his waist and dug her heels into his ass, urging him to go harder.

—Harder, love, harder. Fuck me like you want to knock me up.

Bruno grabbed her hips and sped up, pounding her with dry, hard thrusts that made the bed creak and shook her tits against her chest. He pulled out suddenly, turned her onto all fours, and shoved back into her from behind in one thrust, gripping her hair with one hand and one butt cheek with the other. Mariana’s ass bounced against his pelvis with every thrust, and her cunt made a wet, obscene sound each time his cock drove deep.

—I’m going to fill you up completely —he growled in her ear, leaning over her back—. I’m going to leave your pussy dripping with cum.

—Yes, come inside, come inside… —she gasped, her face pressed into the pillow.

Mariana came again, her pussy squeezing his cock in rhythmic spasms, and Bruno couldn’t hold back any longer. He drove in to the hilt, grabbed her hips with both hands, and spilled inside her with a long groan, shot after shot, emptying himself completely into her. He stayed there a few seconds longer, still hard, feeling Mariana’s pussy milk out the last drop.

He collapsed onto his side, dragging her with him. When he pulled his cock out, a thick stream of semen leaked from her swollen cunt and ran over her thighs. Mariana lowered her hand and pushed it back inside with two fingers, smiling with half-lidded eyes.

—Don’t let any of it out —she murmured.

Afterward, lying there breathless, Bruno embraced her from behind and rested his open hand on Mariana’s flat belly. She covered it with her own and smiled in the dim light, imagining what would come next. And he, who had always preferred the usual, found himself thinking that maybe this madness wasn’t such a bad idea after all.