Pregnant, I rang the doorbell of the chat man

Carolina was short, with curves that made you want to grab hold of her, long wavy hair, dark as night. Wide hips, a generous ass, and a pair of breasts that drew attention without needing to do anything. At thirty-four, after trying for a long time, she had finally gotten pregnant.

Daniel, her boyfriend of a lifetime and then her husband, was the opposite of her: tall, slender, dark, friendly with everyone. They got along well in almost everything, and in bed they were passionate but always within the predictable, a bit of naughty playfulness and little more.

The news of the pregnancy changed everything, especially the finances. Daniel started stacking up overtime to pay for the crib, the stroller, the furniture for the baby’s room. Carolina, on the other hand, had empty afternoons: her job wasn’t recommended while pregnant, so she stayed home, which was one more reason for him to work from dawn to dusk.

And her husband’s absence came with an extra problem. Since she got pregnant, Carolina’s desire had shot through the roof. Her body burned without respite, she was always hot, wanting Daniel to walk through the door and take her hard. Since that almost never happened, she settled for masturbating two or three times a day.

They recommended she join a gym so she wouldn’t lose shape, with gentle exercises. She went every day and there she mostly socialized with other women her age. They chatted about everything, and above all complained about their husbands while pedaling on the stationary bike or walking on the treadmill. Carolina had only one complaint about Daniel, and shame kept her from confessing it out loud.

After sweating, she went back home, got naked, and discovered in the mirror a new sensuality, a body full of hormones she had never known before. She texted her husband: “Are you coming soon?” And almost always got the same answer: “Eat without me, I’m getting home late today.”

Disappointed, she swapped the shower for a bath, filled the tub with hot water, and treated herself among the foam, stifling her moans by biting her forearm.

The few nights he got home at a decent hour, he was so tired that they ate dinner and, if they were lucky, had quick sex. Usually he would climb on top of her, lick her pussy for barely a minute, penetrate her, and she had to touch her clit to come before her exhausted husband finished. After filling her, Daniel would fall back on the bed while she, still burning, would masturbate his limp cock, even put it in her mouth looking for a second round that never came. I’m dead and I have an early start tomorrow, he would say.

The months went by and, far from calming down, Carolina got hotter every day. The only thing that didn’t keep up was her body and, above all, her belly, which was starting to get considerable.

Mortified, she went into a sex shop and bought a dildo under the excuse that it was a gift. She got home, unwrapped it, washed it, got naked, and broke it in with a couple of good orgasms. From that day on it became her plastic “lover.”

She also discovered dozens of porn sites to which she devoted dead hours, fantasizing about big hard cocks.

***

But what really knocked her off course was something stupid. One afternoon, bored, she entered a sex chat room with a username far too suggestive: “Pregnant_34.” A dozen windows opened up on her, everyone going straight to the point, and that, however horny she was, she didn’t like. She wasn’t looking for a relationship either. She wanted something in between, something she herself didn’t know how to name.

Only one didn’t come on hard away, and it was with him that she kept talking. Marcos was open, funny, outgoing, the exact opposite of her. They started with stupid little things. He told her about his troubles with his ex-wife, who, according to him, was a bitch trying to squeeze every last euro out of him, and that now he spent his time traveling and living life. Carolina, more reserved, barely volunteered anything.

As expected, sooner or later the subject of sex came up. Marcos said he’d been months without fucking, and to her that even seemed fine: she didn’t want people looking for something serious, she preferred the fast type and, if possible, with experience. Anyway, what I want is to have some fun online for a while, she told herself.

When it was her turn, mortified, she thought about making up anything. But the point was exactly that: he didn’t know her and would never know her. Why lie? She confessed that her husband didn’t deliver in bed. He asked her what exactly she was looking for, and she didn’t lie there either: turn-on, nothing more.

“What kind of man do you like?” Marcos wrote.

“I’m into cocky guys, show-offs, the ones who are a bit flabby but strong,” she replied, aroused.

“And dick size?”

“That doesn’t matter to me.”

“Come on, seriously.”

“Well, big, if possible. Although what matters most to me isn’t size, but how he uses it.”

Marcos made it clear that, although he was in a dry spell now because of problems with his ex, before that he had been fucking almost daily with a young girl. Carolina, while typing, always had one hand busy, on her breasts or between her legs. Her wristwatch started vibrating: time was running out and she began to say goodbye. He gave her his username on a messaging app, in case she wanted to keep talking.

***

Days passed and, whenever they could, they kept talking in a good mood. But at night, when she was very horny, the tone would rise until they confessed fantasies. Marcos’s fantasy was fucking two women at once. So typical, she thought. Carolina, for her part, told him it would turn her on to touch another man’s cock, and he burst out laughing, offering her his, which she declined.

“Would you like to sleep with another man?” he asked.

“Well... that would be going too far.”

“Then?”

“Maybe... touch it.”

“Touch what?”

“The cock,” she finally wrote.

“How many have you touched?”

“Two. My husband’s and a friend’s, before I got married.”

“Did you fuck?”

“No!”

“And wouldn’t you do anything else? Just touch it?”

“Well, in that hypothetical case, what I wouldn’t want is for them to ask me what I want and what I don’t want. The kind of man I fantasize about doesn’t ask,” she replied.

“I understand.”

Marcos started sending her photos. He also went to the gym and sent several showing off his chest, which Carolina used to masturbate for days. There was one where the bulge was clearly visible under his boxer shorts that made her come more than once. The day she received it, she practically raped Daniel: he had already finished and she was still moving her ass, fucking herself, holding him by the hand so he wouldn’t pull away. Having to do it on all fours because of her belly helped her imagine that someone else was penetrating her.

Marcos grew bolder and asked her for photos in return. Carolina cropped out her face, the same as he did, and sent them: first normal ones, then more suggestive ones, all old. Until he remembered she was pregnant and asked how far along she was.

“Thirty weeks,” she confessed.

“Pregnant women turn me on so much,” he told her.

She ended up sending him one in a nightgown, trying to show off her belly. Marcos got insanely hot, first flattering her and then going straight dirty. Reserved as she was, she declined his requests for “more flesh” and limited herself to showing her belly.

“You’re so hot. I’d love to fuck you. Want to meet up this weekend? I’ve got a place,” and he sent her a location in downtown Valencia.

Things were getting out of hand, and she cut it off there and then. “Better we block each other,” she wrote him, with a certain sadness. He asked why, if he had offended her. It wasn’t that. She was honest: she wasn’t looking for anything, much less a relationship. She blocked the contact before he could answer.

***

The hot week went by, tempted to write him. She couldn’t get that pronounced bulge under the boxers out of her head, or the idea that he wanted her even though she was seven months pregnant.

That weekend she went shopping downtown and half her mind kept remembering the location Marcos had sent her. No, forget it, she kept telling herself. She went into a big shopping center and bought several items. She was so horny she behaved badly: she took a maternity jumpsuit into the fitting room and, in front of the mirror, groped herself all over, squeezing her swollen breasts, though without actually masturbating. What she really wanted to try on, and later use to finger herself with, was a very light nightgown that opened in front, pale blue and almost transparent, made for summer nights. It reminded her of the dirty little things Marcos had written when she sent him the photo of the other nightgown.

She was burning. She could only think about cocks and fucking. She texted Daniel asking if he’d be home soon, that she was already on her way by subway, but he was swamped with work. Shit, I can’t be this horny, she thought.

She looked at her conversation with Marcos, the location. She got off at the transfer station and changed lines. “Just to see where he lives, anyway, there’s no hurry to go back,” she lied to herself.

She got off at the nearest stop and walked until she found the place: a little square where kids played, surrounded by tall buildings with the ground floors full of bars. She got hungry and went into one to order some croquettes, which she devoured on the terrace. The heat in her body would not go down, and having a man like that so close didn’t help.

What if I just... just meet him? It’s nothing bad... is it? I don’t know! Forget it! You’re already here, you already got your thrill, you already had dinner, go back home to your husband. But she opened the photo of the boxer shorts and all she wanted was to have that cock inside her.

“Get some courage, it’s just meeting him,” she said under her breath.

She unblocked the contact and wrote a “hi.”

Marcos replied in a second. “I thought you had blocked me.” She admitted that she had, yes, but that, such are the ways of life, here she was again.

“Where are you?” she asked directly.

“At home.”

“Busy?”

“No, watching football.”

Her heart was pounding and her pussy was on fire. She had the sentence typed out but didn’t dare send it. She closed her eyes and touched the screen.

“Do you want us to meet? But nothing weird, okay? Just to see each other.”

“I’d be delighted. Where? When?”

“Would it work at your place?” she wrote, and as she reread it she wanted to erase it, it was too much for her.

“If you want... though I thought you didn’t want to, haha.”

“Don’t think anything weird.”

“Yeah, yeah... when?”

“I’m in the square you sent me. What I don’t know is the building entrance and the number.”

“You’re here? What’s up with that?”

“Nothing, I was out shopping and felt like it.”

“I need a bit of time to tidy up, shower, or at least get dressed, I’m half naked.”

She imagined him almost naked in a bachelor flat and her mouth watered.

“It doesn’t matter, it was just going to be hello and goodbye.”

“Okay, then number 14, third floor, apartment 2.”

***

She got up from the chair and paid. What are you doing? She crossed the little square to the opposite sidewalk. What are you doing? She approached the doorway. What the fuck are you doing?! She put her finger on the metal buzzer. Go away, you idiot! She closed her eyes and pressed. The shrill buzz sounded.

“Yes?” he answered.

“It’s me,” she said softly.

“Come up.”

The elevator was a cage. The apartment door was ajar. She knocked with her knuckles.

“Marcos?”

“Yeah, come in.”

She expected a pigsty, but the hall was cute. She moved forward on instinct down the corridor until she saw him in the dining room, picking things up from the table. He was shirtless, showing off a chest and back hardened in the gym. The room was lit only by a small lamp.

“Come in, come in, make yourself at home, one second,” he left the things in the sink and jumped in front of her. Carolina almost died when she saw his cock moving under the loose white pajama pants. They exchanged two kisses. “Wow, I wasn’t expecting this surprise.”

“Neither was I, coming here.”

“Get comfortable,” he pointed to the sofa. “Leave the bags there.”

He kept looking at her. Carolina was dying of embarrassment. She sat down, and he beside her, with a lecherous look that made her think what the hell have I gotten myself into?

“You’re very pretty.”

“Thanks...”

“What do you think of me?” he leaned back to show himself off better.

“Ni... nice. Handsome,” she said, lowering her head.

“Did you buy anything sexy?” he asked about the bags.

“No, normal... well...”

“Can I see?”

Carolina took the clothes out. When he saw the blue nightgown, he whistled.

“Mmm, that one’s very sexy. With that on, your husband won’t be able to resist.”

“Oh, God hear you,” she blurted out.

“I wouldn’t be able to resist, come on,” he moved closer to her ear. “Just imagining you in it gets me hard.”

She didn’t dare look at his pajama pants, though she was burning to see what she had provoked.

“Well, I’m going to head off now, it’s late.”

“Already? Don’t you want to stay a little longer?” he kissed her behind the ear. “We could have some fun.”

She hesitated. She closed her eyes and hesitated for a long time.

“Better I go.”

“Can I ask you for a favor? Five minutes, that’s all,” he glanced sideways at her. “Put it on for me.”

“This?” She lifted the nightgown with two fingers like tongs.

“Yeah. I’m not going to lie: I want to have a good wank later, and with that on you’re going to look incredible.”

“Yeah, with this belly...”

“That’s what turns me on too. Come on, do it for me, five minutes and you can go.”

“I... okay.”

***

It was a hell of a struggle to get up. Marcos thought she would strip in front of him, but however horny she was, that was going too far. She went into the bedroom, an unmade bed, and started taking off her clothes. She put the nightgown on over her bra and panties.

What are you doing, Carolina? She bit her lip. She was burning everywhere. Come on, don’t be a prude, let him wank and you finger yourself at home, for a reason. She took the nightgown off, unfastened her bra freeing her breasts, and put the garment back on without buttoning the last button. She was about to leave when she gave herself one last what does it matter, since I’m flirting, let’s do it properly, and bent down to take off her panties. Her soaked pussy glistened. Luckily, the nightgown reached almost to her knees and there was very little light in the dining room.

She walked out showing off, stroking her belly and smiling, until she stood in front of Marcos. She turned all the way around to show him the nightgown.

“Uff, babe, you’re delicious,” he stroked the bulge, and this time she really did see it outlined in his pants. Carolina swallowed. “Sit down for two minutes, come on.”

She wanted to sit, yes, but on top of his cock. Calm down, Carolina. Enjoy the turn-on and at home let Daniel fuck you or go to town on the toy. She sat beside him. Marcos pushed her hair aside.

“You’re so hot,” he whispered, licking her ear. “My cock hurts from being this hard.”

He began kissing her neck and stroking her arm and belly. The baby moved inside.

“She’s restless. Or is it a girl?” he said, unfastening one of the center buttons for her.

“Girl.”

“And how’s her mama?”

“A little...”

He kept eating at her neck and ear. Carolina was in heaven, she couldn’t take it anymore with how hot she was, and Marcos noticed it most of all from the smell coming off her between her legs. His hand moved up her belly to the edge of her breasts. He pulled one out, stroked her neck, and slowly lowered it. She didn’t resist, she was too aroused to think.

“Such nice tits,” he whispered between kisses. “You’ve got me on fire.”

Carolina half-opened her eyes and looked at the hand kneading her breast under the nightgown. She couldn’t resist and slowly brought her own hand down to Marcos’s thigh, to the bulge, which she traced from top to bottom to get its size. Uff, so big, she thought, comparing it with her husband’s. With his other hand, he pulled his cock out from the side of his pajama leg.

There it is, what you wanted, Carolina told herself, stroking it skin to skin. It was big, very big. She grabbed it and moved it up and down. Marcos groaned.

“Like this... do you like it?” he didn’t wait for an answer. He pulled out the other breast too and started sucking on them. “Keep going, gently... you’re doing it so well.”

They spent a few minutes in which she delighted in masturbating him. He writhed with pleasure. He sat up, lifted his ass and in one motion took off his pants, ending up naked. He put his hand on the back of her neck and gently pulled her toward him. Carolina let herself be guided, bending down, turning more and more, until she had the cock a few centimeters from her face.

Neither did he ask anything, nor did she think twice. She took it into her mouth. Marcos gathered her hair into a ponytail and, pulling her, guided her lips up and down that slab of meat. She had sucked Daniel off countless times, but never like this, never forced to suck. And she liked it. She enjoyed having that cock in her mouth, grabbed it again and worked it while licking it hard.

Marcos had lost all composure. When she ran her tongue over his shaft, he forced her to keep going.

She was at it for a long while and he didn’t come. Daniel would have finished already, but he kept going and going. The position, with that prominent belly, was starting to tire her, her back hurt. Cursing her daughter, she straightened up with the intention of finishing him off with her hand.

“I... everything hurts,” she said shyly, stretching.

“Let’s go to the bed, you’ll be more comfortable.”

“No... no... better I go,” she kept masturbating him, looking at the cock with the urge to eat it more, but her whole body really hurt—“I... I’m sorry,” she let go, sad not to finish.

***

She got up and went to the bedroom. She turned on the light and separated the clothes she had taken off. She heard footsteps behind her. Marcos was looking at her with his cock erect. Carolina bit her lip with arousal and rage and kept tidying her clothes. More footsteps. She felt heat on her back.

He pushed her hair aside, ate at her neck, her nape, her shoulder. His hands fondled her breasts and, going down, began to unbutton her. He stroked her smooth belly and kept descending. When he reached the hair of her sex, she could no longer think. As he ran his fingers through her slit, she shivered. And when he noticed she wasn’t wearing panties, Marcos’s two hands pulled the nightgown back, exposing her shoulders.

Carolina tried to turn off the light: she was used to fucking in the dark with Daniel, and she was embarrassed to be seen naked. Marcos stopped her. He stroked her back, kissing it as he lowered the nightgown until it fell to the floor. He bit her buttocks, licked them, searched with his tongue to get lower. Her heat-crazed female instinct betrayed her: her body arched forward and her legs parted on their own.

He spread her butt cheeks and buried his tongue in her cunt, moving it up and down with skill. Carolina clutched the sheets, eyes closed. So hot she couldn’t even last ten licks. She tried to hold back her moans, but a few “Ah! Ah! Ah!” slipped out that any neighbor must have heard.

Marcos kept eating her out, now drenched. More relaxed, she began to really enjoy the tongue probing her, moaning softly, memorizing every sensation. The licks climbed up the slit to the ass. Daniel always wanted to eat her ass and she never let him. She was going to ask him to stop, but she didn’t want to break the moment, and it wasn’t an unpleasant sensation. Besides, he was sliding a finger in and out of her pussy at the same time, and that double stimulation was unlike anything she had ever known.

He moved up her back. Carolina helped the caresses by straightening up a little. He was eating her shoulders, neck, ear, squeezing her breasts, all without stopping fingering her. She could feel his chest against her back and his cock brushing her buttocks. She wanted to grab it and have him eat her again, but she preferred to stay still, letting him do whatever he wanted.

Another orgasm was approaching and he noticed it: the trembling, the heat, the smell, the mouth open searching for air. It was quick, she barely knew how it happened. In one of those cuddles she lay back on the bed again and, suddenly, felt something much larger than fingers forcing its way inside her. The pleasure kept her from refusing, though she wouldn’t have anyway.

When he buried himself to the hilt, she felt fuller than ever. A jolt ran through her and she came, ashamed at being so quick and sensitive. Marcos entered and left slowly several times so she could get used to his size. Then he hugged her almost choking her, crushing her breasts with his forearm, pressing her belly and lower stomach with the palm of his hand, fucking her faster and faster.

Carolina moaned and screamed with pleasure. He let her go and she fell onto her forearms on the bed. Marcos grabbed her ass and sped up even more, making her come again. He began to snort, digging his nails into her hips, until he slowed almost completely, shoving in and pulling out all at once. He dug his nails in so hard it hurt, and then suddenly relaxed, plunging her to the hilt.

When he pulled out, Carolina felt the liquid slipping out of her, unable to close herself to keep from staining the floor.

***

She didn’t want to look at him. She stared at the bed and could only think about lying down and letting him fuck her all night. If she didn’t do it, it wasn’t because of guilt or shame, nor because the heat had gone away. It was because of a message: Daniel had just texted her that he was on his way home, that he had cut his hand, nothing serious.

“Shit! Shit! I’m going!” she said, dressing in a hurry.

“Nothing, you’ll tell me later.”

“Okay, okay.”

“Come on, I’m off... th... thanks,” she blurted out, passing by him without really looking at him.

“Whenever you want, you know where I am,” he shot back just as she reached the door.