Rick told Kelly that she was still beautiful, and it was true that her smooth complexion and wide eyes turned many a man's head. She also had long, silky hair that came down to her tiny waist. Well, her once tiny waist. Kelly knew her expanding belly was one of the reasons Rick wasn't interested in fucking her anymore. Okay, so maybe the tears, moodiness and fatigue were not exactly a turn-on, but damnit, she was horny. It seemed like all the blood flow had been re-directed to her pussy these days. Kelly masturbated daily in the shower with the shower head. She turned the water pressure on "high" and let the water pulsations relieve her engorged clit. Though she got some relief, she noticed by 11:00 am she was horny and ready again. Kelly used the vibrator when she couldn't get in the shower. She laughed thinking that she should put the vibrator in a glass case on the wall by the bed with a sign that said "In an Emergency, Break Glass". Maybe Rick would get the hint then!
She wanted to feel the warmth of skin against her naked body, feel hands and lips and heavy breathing. She wanted to be fucked--was that too much to ask?
About two nights ago, Rick gave in and let her get on top of his cock after much prodding and poking. She had knelt over his cock and sucked and licked it until it got hard. Not an easy feat for her big belly and huge tits in the way! It had been awkward, but Kelly loved riding his cock deep and she moaned and sighed with each thrust. Rick's hands had found their way to her big tits and nipples which were no longer just a handful. He seemed to "get into it" when he starting fucking her doggy style and she didn't even complain that it was hurting her back. But then he suddenly lost his erection and pulled away from her. He mumbled "Sorry, honey," and then something about his fear of hurting the baby.
Kelly stepped out of the bathtub and dried off. She was sick of masturbating and tired of begging for sex but she was still so horny. Her girlfriends complained how sex was the last thing they wanted when they were pregnant so she couldn't understand why she was feeling this way.
"Believe me Kel, it's a sign of things to come," said Vicky.
"That one time you had sex to get pregnant is probably the last time!" laughed Stacy.
Kelly looked at herself in the full-length mirror. Her face was basically the same, only fuller, and her hair was even thicker and shinier. Her tits were at least a D cup now, and she touched them with her hands to make sure they were the ones she saw reflected in the mirror. Her nipples were bigger and darker and she frowned at the bluish veins. She was carrying most of her weight in the belly area, except for the more roundness of her hips and ass. Still she didn't look bad at all. To cheer herself up, she tried on a baby doll nightie. It was sheer pink with pink marabou feathers lining the hem. The matching thong was out of the question she thought but she slipped her feet into the pink mules that completed the outfit. Kelly looked at her reflection. At least she filled out the top now, and she noticed her nipples really showed prominently through the sheer fabric.
"Who am I kidding? I look like an obese, water-retaining Barbie!" She threw the thong at the mirror and sat down on the bed to mope. She perked up when she saw how much cleavage she had now. Kelly took a moment to caress her tits through the thin fabric, and really feel their fullness. She felt the familiar wetness between her legs beginning. She sighed out of frustration.
Kelly heard the familiar rumble of the courier van pulling up to the house. Rick had insisted since the pregnancy that she work from home. "Telecommuting" is what he called it, but she called it boring! Se missed the bustle of the office and chatting with her coworkers. Now everything was done by fax, email and courier delivery. Kelly fumbled to put a robe over her pink nightie and threw the discs and a pile of papers into a large envelope. When she glanced into the mirror the feathers stuck out no matter how she arranged the robe so she took it off and put on a tank top and kicked off the pink mules. She peered out the window and noticed it wasn't Al the usual driver but Eddie. Kelly watched him on her walkway and noticed his tan and lean body and the way the sun had bleached his hair lighter. Cuter than she remembered but he was young. Anyway, how pathetic was she? Really, Kelly! The delivery guy? What's next the mailman? The dishwasher repair man? She felt like an animal in heat. She opened the door before he rang the bell and flashed him a smile.
"Hey, uh, Eddie, right? What happened to Al?" She took the clipboard from him and initialed the form.
Eddie looked at her not realizing she had been 'Mrs. K. Ross', the name on the package. He knew she was "Kelly" from the company picnic. What a hottie! She had a great ass but was married to an older guy, Rich or Rick? She still looked pretty hot even knocked-up.
"Yeah, Al broke his wrist golfing or something. I'm doing his route until he gets back."
"I'm sorry to hear about that, I'll have to call Dana about giving money towards flowers or something," Kelly replied.
"Yeah, uh, I saw an envelope going around if you want me to give your money to Dana?"
"That would be great! You don't mind? Come in, and let me get my purse."
Eddie followed Kelly into the foyer and up the steps into the kitchen. He noticed her hair was still damp and smelled like peaches.
"Help yourself to a soda or something and I'll get my bag," Kelly said.
