"Do you have a wife?"

We stayed like that for a long moment—my cock still buried inside her, softening but not slipping out, her cum-filled pussy keeping me warm and held. Lisa’s massive belly rose and fell between us with each breath. My hand was still on it, fingers spread wide over the tight, warm curve. Hers rested lightly on top of mine.

She looked up at me through half-lidded eyes, pretty face flushed, dark hair messy against the cushion. The question came out soft, almost shy, but there was something searching in it.

“Do you have a wife?”

The words landed heavier than I expected.

“Or a girlfriend?” she added quickly, like she needed to know. “Someone waiting for you tonight? Someone who’s going to wonder where you are?”

I shook my head. “No. Single. Been single a while now.”

Something eased in her shoulders. Relief, maybe. But it was quickly followed by something hotter—her pussy gave a slow, deliberate squeeze around my cock, like her body was answering before her mouth could.

“Good,” she whispered.

Her fingers traced slow circles over the back of my hand, still resting on her belly.

“I’m glad,” she said, voice low. “Because I don’t want to share you tonight. And I don’t want you feeling guilty about any of this.” She gave a small, self-deprecating laugh. “One of us feeling guilty is already too many.”

I couldn’t deny it. Not with the way her body was still wrapped around me. Not with the memory of her voice trying to stay steady on the phone while I fucked her. Not with the way her huge, pregnant belly felt under my palm—firm, alive, and so fucking erotic I was already starting to harden again inside her.

He made her feel like something other than his wife.

The thought was still there, sharp and justifying.

This is his fault. His loss.

Lisa must have felt me twitch and thicken inside her because her lips curved into a small, knowing smile.

“Wow,” she breathed, rolling her hips just enough to make us both feel it. “Already? Is this what you’ve been missing too?”

She didn’t wait for an answer. She just kept talking, soft and intimate, while her hand guided mine in a slow stroke over the stretched skin of her belly.

“He stopped wanting this part of me. Said it made him uncomfortable. Like I wasn’t his anymore—just the baby’s.” Her voice cracked a little on the last word. “But you… you looked at me like I was still the hottest thing you’d ever seen. Even with this.” She patted the side of her massive belly. “Especially with this.”

I swallowed. My cock was fully hard again now, nestled deep in the mess we’d made. She felt it and let out a shaky little moan.

“You can’t deny it,” she said, echoing my own thoughts back at me. “I felt how hard you got when I was on the phone with him. How you started fucking me like you were proving something.”

She lifted her head as much as the belly allowed and kissed me—slow, deep, grateful.

“And now that I know there’s no one waiting for you…” Her voice dropped, turning filthier and more **** at the same time. “I want you to stay. All night. I want you to keep using this body however you want. Because after tonight… after the baby comes… this version of me won’t be here anymore. This big, full, ****, pregnant version.”

Her eyes locked on mine, dark and honest.

“So if you want to be the last person to ever be inside me like this…” She squeezed around my cock again, deliberate. “You can have it. However you want it. As many times as you want it. Tonight is yours.”

The words hit me like a ****.

You’ll be the last person to ever be inside of her like this.

She was offering it. Handing me the fantasy. Making it real.

My hips rolled without conscious thought, a slow, deep thrust that made her gasp and her belly shift between us. She was so wet, so full of me already, and still greedy for more.

Lisa smiled against my mouth, half-laughing, half-moaning.

“See? You can’t deny it.”

She reached down between us, fingers brushing where we were joined, spreading our mixed cum around her stretched pussy lips and the base of my cock.

“So tell me, Ryan…” Her voice was husky now, eyes bright with renewed lust and something deeper. “What do you want to do with me while I’m still like this? While I’m still this big and full and carrying someone else’s baby… but it’s your cum inside me?”

She gave another slow roll of her hips, her massive tits shifting, nipples still damp against the bunched-up black dress.

“I’m all yours tonight. Just say what you need.”