Pregnancy Fetish Stories Novels & Stories

The prenatal report slipped from my hands as if jolted by electricity. No wonder James Hunt was so quick to insist on IVF once I agreed to marry him. Back then, I did not think much of it, assuming he just wanted a child as quickly as possible. Only now did I realize the truth. What he wanted was not a child with me, but with Natasha Smith, my stepsister. For six months, I endured morning sickness, sleepless nights, swelling, and emotional collapse. Yet the baby I carried was not truly mine, but his and Natasha's.

I grabbed her ankle with all the strength I had, trying desperately to stop her from stepping down. Jeremiah has been infertile since birth. We finally conceived this child after we visited the best doctors across the country and abroad for three years. Hazel looked down at me with a sneer. "Audrey, you look just like a dog protecting her pup. Pathetic." Ethan frowned at my belly. "If word gets out that I've been cheated on like this, how am I supposed to show my face in Beverton City? Step on it, Hazel. Crush that illegitimate child before it's born!"

In my dream, I dreamed that I was wearing that sexy bathing suit, and I felt thirsty and horny. And it wasn’t my husband I was longing for.

But that's what she'd signed up for. Kyle'd been asking her to do this since the moment their honeymoon had ended. Three hypnosis programs to listen to while she jilled. Week one had started the dick fantasies. Week two had made her feel like Kyle was stroking her clit every time he touched her. She'd almost come last Sunday, holding hands in the park. Week three and her own clothes made her ache and throb and drip. It had been murder holding her lust back so as to surprise Kyle.

No foreplay was required in this ecstatic world of perfection, and penetration was effected in a single snag-free glide. Tumbling back to reality, and almost falling off his stool in the process, Elliot sighed with regret. He really loved the ‘hotel room’ fantasy, although he had to admit it wasn’t entirely all his own work. The protagonists - Diamanda and himself — were his choice of course, but the scenario, the setting and the nitty-gritty of the bedroom action came straight from one of the lady’s own stories, The Spider's Web, which was all about a beautiful, sexually voracious woman who picked up young men in bars and lured them to hotel rooms to fuck them.

Aria’s POV The doctor used the word rest six times in ten minutes. By the seventh time, I wanted to scream. “I am resting,” I insisted. The woman on the screen gave me a patient look during the video consultation. “With respect, Miss Collins, emotional stress affects pregnancy more than most people realize.” I sat curled into the corner of the couch, trying very hard not to look irritated. Across the room, Damien stood near the dining area speaking quietly with Marcus while pretending not to listen. Pretending badly.

And I felt every drop fill me up. Meanwhil, beside us, Gabby's body jerked. Her fingers working her clit through the last waves of her own orgasm as her legs shook witha final wet gush soaking the sheets beneath her. “Oh fuuccckkk" she gasped as convulsed through it. Then she collapsed. Connor collapsed. Desmond collapsed. And we laid there. All four of us. Breathing. Sticky. Broken. Two couples that came for a retreat and got exactly what we came seeking… to spice up our marriages.

He pumped once, twice, his thumb circling my clit with maddening precision. “More coffee, Mom?”. Randy asked in a perfectly casual voice but he didn't stop as his fingers were working me under the table while his thumb pressed harder and faster. “No, thank you, sweetheart”. My mother said and then turned back to her husband, and launched into a story about their honeymoon plans. My thighs trembled and a moan built in my throat, but I coughed to cover it. Randy's fingers curled inside me, hitting every sensitive wall. I was about to come and I would do it right there, at the breakfast table, while my mother discussed travel itineraries.

I’m alone in their massive house, horny and determined to make Damien lose control tonight. I start looking through their media room for something to watch… and I hit the jackpot. A hidden folder on their TV called “Private.” Inside are dozens of high-quality p**n videos — rough sex, cheating husbands, babysitter fantasies, creampies, degradation. Exactly my kind. My pussy throbs instantly. I put on one of the filthiest ones — a young babysitter getting brutally fucked by the married dad while his wife sleeps upstairs. The girl on screen is moaning like a whore, getting her pussy pounded mercilessly.

But he said, that company has stated that it has failures in it's disclaimer! My hubby is really a bad boy. I totally said I won’t go to our home the next day because, everyone will find what would have happened with my walking style. So, we vacated the suite and went straight to Ooty. Rishi informed everyone that we are extending our honeymoon. We came back after 3 days. I got used to his damn size. He is huge.I love him! I love everything about him! As we are sexually compatible now, I started giving him pleasures. God! He is so good at it. He always left me wanting for more from him. I love all his sexual fantasies. This pregnancy didn’t stop us. I love it when he goes all aggressive on m