"Am I gonna be a dad?" I asked, my hand moving instinctively to rest on her belly, right over hers. I didn’t know what I was expecting to feel in that mont, there was no bump yet, just the soft warmth of her skin through the thin vest, but the realization hit hard.
I had made a married woman pregnant. Sofia, the woman I had taken so roughly in her own store in front of her husband, was now carrying my child.
"Yes, Alex," Sofia said, a small, genuine smile breaking across her face. She leaned in and kissed deeply, her lips soft and warm, pouring relief and happiness into the kiss.
It was as if getting pregnant with my child had given her a quiet kind of joy that outweighed the fear and complications.
When she pulled back, her forehead rested against mine, her breathing still a little uneven. "I was scared to tell you... but I also feel happy."
As we were talking, the door to one of the rooms opened, and soone stepped into the living room where we sat on the couch.
It was Sofia’s husband.
He saw us like that, Sofia sitting on my lap, her thick body pressed against mine, my hand still resting on her belly, and he froze for a brief mont.
Then he walked into the kitchen right in front of us and started making himself a cup of coffee, his movents slow and lifeless, as if it were just another normal part of his morning routine.
"You didn’t tell he was ho," I said quietly to Sofia, my voice low enough that only she could hear.
"It doesn’t matter, Alex," she replied, her tone calm but with a hint of resignation. "We just live together for the sake of Julian. We haven’t even talked since that day in the store."
"Does he know you are pregnant?" I asked, my hand still gently resting on her belly.
"I didn’t tell him," Sofia said, glancing back toward him as he stood in the kitchen. "But this morning, he found the pregnancy test in the garbage."
Her husband continued making his coffee, moving around the kitchen with deliberate calmness. He took occasional glances at us, at Sofia sitting on my lap, at my hand on her belly, but he didn’t say a word.
There was a strange, heavy tension in the air, as if he had already accepted sothing he didn’t want to acknowledge out loud.
"He got so happy," Sofia continued, her voice soft but steady as she recounted the mont. "He ca running to , trying to hug , with tears in his eyes. He thought it was his child. He was ready to forgive for that day in the store. But then I told him it wasn’t his."
Sofia’s husband heard every word she said to . I could see his face change instantly, the color draining from it, his shoulders slumping as the reality hit him.
He was about to cry, his eyes glistening with unshed tears as he stood there in the kitchen, frozen with his coffee cup in hand.
The man who had once walked in on fucking his wife was now forced to listen to the consequences of that day, knowing the child growing inside her belonged to another man.
The way Sofia was sitting on my lap, our bodies so tightly pressed together, made the scene even more humiliating for him. Her thick, curvy figure was molded against , her soft belly and heavy breasts resting on my chest, while my hand stayed possessively on her hip.
He could do nothing but endure the hell he was living in, watching his wife sit comfortably on another man’s lap, openly talking about how she had been bred by soone else.
My dick got fully hard again, straining against my pants as Sofia occasionally ground herself subtly on my bulge through her shorts. The friction was deliberate, teasing, and the knowledge that her husband was right there only made it hotter.
I grabbed Sofia’s ass-cheeks with both hands and gave them a firm squeeze, my fingers digging into the soft, plump flesh. "Baby, did I cum so much in you that you got pregnant the next day?" I asked, making sure my voice was loud enough for her husband to hear every word.
I could see his movents change instantly, his hand tightening around the coffee cup and his posture stiffening as the thought sank in.
"Ahh, yes Alex... You ca so deep, I couldn’t stop leaking your cum for hours later," Sofia moaned softly against , her voice thick with arousal as I squeezed her ass cheeks roughly, my fingers digging deep into the soft, plump flesh and spreading them apart.
Her husband turned slightly in the kitchen, his eyes flicking toward us for a brief, pained mont before he looked away again. His face was twisted with a mix of humiliation, heartbreak, and forced acceptance.
He took a shaky sip of his coffee, but his hand trembled so badly that a few drops spilled onto the counter.
"I couldn’t help it, baby," I said, my voice low and rough as I pulled Sofia’s vest lower, tugging the thin fabric down until her heavy, mommy milkers spilled free. They were full and swollen, the pink nipples already leaking small beads of warm milk. "You are so hot... I could cum all day inside you."
"Alex, let’s go into my room," Sofia whispered, glancing back at her husband with a mix of defiance and lust. "We could get more privacy there."
"No need, baby," I replied, leaning in and putting my mouth directly on one of her leaking tits. I latched onto the stiff nipple and started sucking greedily, drinking her warm, sweet milk straight from the source.
The taste was rich and creamy, filling my mouth with every pull as I squeezed her breast firmly to encourage more flow.
"They are so full, baby" I murmured against her skin, switching to the other nipple and sucking harder. "Did no one drink from these after that day?"
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