Time for a shower

We left the kitchen and headed upstairs. Mia walked ahead of me, one hand on the railing, the other cradling the underside of her belly. Her leggings hugged the curve of her ass and the heavy swell of her bump with every step.

The main bathroom was at the end of the hallway. She flicked on the light as we stepped inside.

It was exactly like she’d described — long, modern, and spacious, with a huge walk-in shower that had two rainfall heads and a built-in bench along one wall. Plenty of room for two people, even when one of them was heavily pregnant.

Mia set her phone down on the counter and reached for the hem of her tank top. I was just pulling my shorts down when I noticed it.

A framed photo on the floating shelf above the sink.

It was her and a man — her husband, clearly. The photo looked recent. Mia was visibly pregnant in it, maybe five or six months along, wearing a sundress and smiling at the camera. Her husband had his arm around her, one hand resting on her belly. He looked happy. Proud, even.

I stared at it for a second as I stepped out of my shorts, now just in my underwear.

Mia had pulled her tank top off and was reaching behind her back to unclip her bra when I spoke.

“Is that your husband?”

She paused, bra still on, and followed my gaze to the photo. A small, unreadable expression crossed her face.

“Yeah,” she said after a beat. “That’s him. Taken a couple of months ago.”

She unclipped her bra and let it fall onto the counter. Her tits spilled free — full, heavy, and slightly swollen from the pregnancy. She didn’t try to cover herself.

I pushed my underwear down and kicked it aside, now completely naked. My cock was already half-hard again just from looking at her.

“What’s he like?” I asked, voice low. I didn’t move closer yet. I just stood there, watching her.

Mia hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her leggings and slowly pushed them down over her hips and belly, letting them pool at her feet. She stepped out of them, now only in a simple black pair of maternity panties that sat low under the heavy curve of her stomach.

She looked at me, one hand resting on her belly again.

“He’s a good man,” she said honestly. “Kind. Reliable. He works hard.” She gave a small shrug. “But he’s been… different since I got pregnant. Like I said earlier. Careful. Distant, sometimes. Like he’s scared to want me the way he used to.”

She held my gaze as she hooked her fingers into her panties and slid them down too, kicking them off. Completely naked now.

Her belly looked even bigger without anything covering it. Round, tight, with a faint dark line running down the center. Her pussy was still a little puffy and slick from earlier.

Mia tilted her head slightly, studying me.

“Why?” she asked. “You want to know if I feel guilty?”

I stepped closer until I was standing right in front of her. My cock brushed lightly against the lower curve of her belly.

“Do you?” I asked.

Mia looked down between us for a second, at my cock resting against her pregnant stomach, then back up at my face.

“A little,” she admitted quietly. “But not enough to stop.”

She reached out and wrapped her fingers around my cock, giving it a slow stroke.

“Not tonight, anyway.”

She let go, turned, and walked toward the shower, her heavy belly swaying with each step. She opened the glass door and turned on both shower heads. Steam immediately started to fill the space.

Mia looked back over her shoulder at me, one hand on the door.

“You coming in or not?”