The weeks went by. It was autumn. I was now 16 weeks pregnant and my baby bump was growing week by week. Now it was impossible to ignore that I was pregnant . I already had a decent baby bump. Christian and I moved into our first apartment together. His mother still didn’t think much of me, but his father found me more interesting week by week. He helped us move, although we didn’t have to lug a lot of furniture. I only had to take my personal belongings from my apartment and Christian did the same. His parents bought us all the new furniture.
That weekend I got my things from my apartment. Christian and his mother had a blast in the new apartment. I drove with his father to my old apartment to get my things. On the way I noticed that his father kept staring greedily at my breasts and stomach. When I got out of the car he helped me out, where of course he accidentally came into contact with my breasts. I ignored this because I knew he hadn’t had sex in a long time and found me hot in my state.
When we got upstairs, we took off our jackets. That day I was wearing a long, too-tight, low-cut sweater dress that showed off my breasts and baby bump really well, with black booties and flat boots that reached down to the knee. He could hardly take his eyes off of them when I wasn’t looking. He kept touching me when we were packing the moving boxes. When we got to the bedroom, I noticed that he already had a huge bulge in his pants and it was becoming increasingly difficult for him to keep his composure.
I went to the wardrobe and unpacked the sexy underwear and showed it to him. A shiver ran down his spine. And when I asked what was wrong with him, I let that trap go, because now he hugged, kissed and touched my breasts and also grabbed my crotch. I didn’t like that and I pointed out to him that I would soon be pregnant, his sister-in-law, and that he should stop doing this, even though it excited me. He let go of me and opened his pants. A cock as big as Christian’s could come out. He snapped at me about what I had triggered in him with my charms. At first I was overwhelmed by the size of his cock and that it could still be so hard at his age. What do I do now with this magnificent lad? Do I give him a blow job of my own accord or will he even force me to have oral sex? I thought to myself. Although I knew from Christian that things hadn’t been going on between him and his wife for years. And when you have a cock like that in front of you, you should suck it. I smiled at him, knelt down in front of him and sucked him off. His cock just about fit in my mouth and tasted like a neglected, huge cock.
After a few minutes, he squirted his juice deep into my mouth. It was such a big load that half of it ran out of my mouth and splattered on my sweater. By the time I realized what I had just done, it was already too late. When he pulled his cock out again, I just moaned, man, that’s good, you’re blowing the brains out of me.
I looked up at him and said thank you, that’s what your son always says when I suck his cock. Then I stood up again and took off my sweater in front of him, wiping the remaining juice from my breasts with it. His eyes immediately widened at what huge boobs I now had. I replied that they would get even bigger over time. He pulled me towards him again and sucked and kneaded my breasts. With his other hand he was again in my crotch and rubbing my clit.
It felt completely wrong, but this man had probably not had sex for years. I pushed him away and asked him what that was all about. He couldn’t fuck his own daughter-in-law late. But inside I was thinking how long it had been since he had had sex if he wanted to fuck his own daughter-in-law late. He looked at me like a mangy dog. And just said that he just found me hot and had always wanted to fuck a pregnant woman. His wife had never let him near her during her pregnancy with Christian because he had a big cock. And she was afraid that he would fuck her child. And after that he hadn’t had sex with his wife either.
I thought for a moment about whether I should give him the experience he would like to have, having sex with a pregnant woman. It would stay in the family and we wouldn’t have to keep it secret since I was already pregnant. Oh well, I was already horny and his cock should be able to please a pussy again.
I took off all my clothes in front of him and lay on my bed with my legs spread. Come here and fuck me, I said to him, do it to me like you wanted to do it to your wife during her pregnancy. I didn’t even have to tell him twice. He didn’t even take off all his clothes. With his pants down, he crawled onto the bed with me and stuck his huge cock in my pussy. He fucked me just as hard as his son and his cock felt just as hot. His thrusts were sometimes even harder and I was afraid that he would fuck my babies out. I asked him to be careful since I was pregnant, but he wasn’t interested. If anything, it made him hornier and he fucked me harder. After a while he shot his cum into my pussy with full force and lay exhausted on top of me. His flaccid cock was still all the way inside me.
I pushed him off me because his weight was pressing on my baby bump. He just snorted and whispered quietly: Man, that was hot. Christian was not understating it. I looked at him in shock and just said: What does Christian have in common? He looked at me in shock. Um… you misunderstood that, he said, shocked. I think I understood correctly, I snorted at him. He tried to calm me down. I had asked Christian how things were going between you. Because Christian also has a big cock. And his mother didn’t let me in when she was pregnant. Whether you act the same way or whether you both still have a fulfilling sex life. And when he told me that your sex life was still better, or even better because of it, I was relieved and jealous at the same time. I sat there wide-eyed and didn’t know what to say. My own fiancé and his father were talking about our sex life. At first I didn’t know what to say, but then he dropped the next bombshell. He told me that if he found me so arousing, then he could try to see if I wanted to have sex with him. As soon as he said that, he cursed that I wasn’t supposed to know that.
I didn’t know what to say. I was angry and annoyed with the man who fathered our children. And at the same time surprised that he made such a suggestion to his father. I just looked him up and down and said: “Well then… if Christian doesn’t mind that his father can fuck me, then we’ll fuck.”
I took off his pants because they were still hanging around his knees. He just looked at me, shocked at what I was doing. I snorted at him. So you think that’s all that Christian and I do. I turned around so that my pussy was in front of his face. Lick me, I told him. He licked me hesitantly. He had probably never licked a woman before because he licked me so hesitantly and gently. At the same time, I took care of his cock. When it was hard again, I sat on it and rode it. Sometimes fast, sometimes slow, and in between I put my breasts in his mouth. When he looked at me and saw what I was doing to him, I leaned forward, kissed him and just said it gets better. I sat up, turned around and tried to put his cock in my ass . When it was in, I stayed sitting for a moment, leaned back and asked him, how does that feel? He didn’t know what to say anymore. I started riding his cock again. He supported himself on the bed with his hands because he didn’t know what to do with them. I took them and put them on my breasts and started to knead them. When he understood what he should do with them, he kneaded them. And finally enjoyed it. He moaned, I’m coming, I’m coming. When he came, he squeezed my breasts so hard that they almost burst.
His cock was still all the way inside me. I took a moment to breathe and stood up again. Standing in front of the bed, I just said that he didn’t need Christian’s permission to fuck me. I could decide for myself who I wanted to have sex with and who I didn’t. I got dressed again and he was still lying on the bed, completely exhausted, watching me. Come on, we have to finish, I said. We can continue another time, the others will wait. He quickly got dressed again and said that his wife shouldn’t know anything about it. I gave him a kiss and said, Absolutely not, she doesn’t like me already. We quickly packed up the rest of our things and left the apartment. Christian and his mother were already waiting for us in the new apartment.
She looked us up and down and just huffed: “Where are we? After all, she still had her ladies’ night today. Christian’s father just said: “The streets were full.” And as soon as he said that, she disappeared out the door without saying goodbye.
Christian and I collapsed onto the sofa, exhausted from the day. It was a huge sofa. One where two people could lie comfortably. Christian stroked my stomach and asked me how it was with his father. Without looking at him, I asked him: “Packing the boxes or having sex with him.” I noticed that he was embarrassed about something, because he also stopped stroking my stomach. He stammered: “What do you mean?” I turned around so that we were lying face to face. You know exactly what I mean. No, I don’t know. Oh come on, you and your father have talked about our sex life. Whether you can still fuck me or whether I’ll behave the same way as your mother did when you were pregnant. His face immediately turned red, which I’ve never seen before. How do you know? I thought about whether I should tell him or not say anything for now. When we got to the bedroom and were just packing my underwear, he asked me if he could ask me something. He looked at me with a grin and asked me: “What kind of underwear did I have in my hand?” The red and black half-corset, I answered. He was relieved to hear that we were still having sex with each other, since your mother didn’t want to have sex anymore when she was pregnant.
I noticed that something was still weighing on his mind. No, we didn’t have sex, I didn’t have sex with my father-in-law in the future. He looked a little disappointed and relieved at the same time. I gave him a big kiss and fiddled with his cock. He quickly realized what I wanted from him. I didn’t have to make a big effort. We quickly got rid of our clothes and had sex on our sofa. While we were fucking, he asked me: “Did I really not have sex with his father?” I asked him: “How did he come to that conclusion now?” Oh, just saying, I just feel like I’ve already had sex today. No, I haven’t. We carried on fucking without another word. When he shot his sperm into me, the wrong name slipped out of my mouth as I moaned. Unfortunately, I moaned his father’s name as I came.
Christian pulled his cock out quickly this time. So it was! You two had sex with each other. I just stammered: “Yes, we did. But after I had sex with your father, he told me that you had talked about our sex life and that my husband didn’t mind if his father tried to have sex with me.” He just looked at me and said: “I didn’t think he would really try that. And that I would let him fuck me too.” I thought for a moment about what I should say to that. From your stories, I knew that he hadn’t had sex for a long time and that he would be tempted to have sex with a pregnant woman. And when we got to the bedroom and packed up the lingerie, he had a huge hard-on in his pants. And I gave him a blow job, but he still didn’t have enough and then we had sex with each other. And he told me afterwards that you didn’t mind. I stood up, kissed him and just said let him. He had finally got what he hadn’t had for a long time. I grabbed his cock and pulled him into our new bedroom. And just said: “After all, you offered him.” Let’s continue where we left off. We then continued in the bedroom.
