I’m a single young guy in my late 20s living in an apartment building where most people leave early for work and come back late. I am just new in the quiet apartment. The silence became the perfect cover for what started happening with my married neighbor.

She was already quite pregnant when things began. Her belly was round and heavy, probably five or six months along. She had that soft, full look pregnant women get—bigger breasts, wider hips, and a glow on her face. Her husband worked long hours, leaving the house before 7am and rarely back before 8pm. She stayed home most days, resting and getting ready for the baby.

The first real contact was innocent. She knocked on my door one afternoon asking for help with a big bag of groceries she couldn’t carry easily. I helped her take it inside. We chatted for a few minutes. She looked tired but friendly. She told me how bored she felt staying home alone all day. I smiled and said she could knock anytime if she needed anything. That was the start.

A few days later she came back. This time she didn’t need help with anything. She just wanted to talk. She stands on my door wearing a loose maternity dress. Her belly pushed out noticeably, and her breasts strained against the fabric. We talked about normal things at first—weather, the building, her pregnancy. Then she opened up more. She said her husband barely touched her anymore. He was scared of hurting the baby and always too tired when he got home. I could see the frustration in her eyes.

I don’t know who moved first, but suddenly we were touching. My hand rested on her big belly, and she didn’t push it away. Instead, she pressed closer. That touch lasted a long time. When we stopped, she looked at me with shy excitement and whispered, “I really need this.”

The next morning, right after her husband left for work, she texted me: “He’s gone. Can I come over?”

She arrived wearing the same loose dress. I locked the door behind her and pulled her into my arms. I ran my hands over her belly again, feeling how firm and warm it was. She moaned softly into my mouth. I lifted her dress up and found she wasn’t wearing panties. My fingers slid between her legs, and she was already soaking wet.

We moved to my bedroom. Because of her big belly, she got on her hands and knees on the bed. I got behind her, rubbing my hard dick against her wet pussy. She pushed back impatiently. I entered her slowly, inch by inch. She gasped loudly and said, “Oh god, that feels so good.” Her pregnant pussy was incredibly warm and tight. I held her hips and started pounding her, not too rough but steady and deep.

Her heavy belly hung below her, and her full breasts swung with every pound. I reached around and rubbed her swollen clit. She started moaning louder, pushing back against me. “Faster,” she begged. I gave her what she wanted. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room. She came first, shaking and crying out. Her pussy squeezed me so hard I couldn’t hold back. I pushed deep and came inside her, filling her up.

She rested her head on my chest, her big belly against my side. She smiled and said this was the first time she felt truly satisfied in months. That was the beginning of our secret routine.

From then on, it happened almost every weekday. As soon as her husband left, she would message me. Sometimes she came straight to my apartment. Other times I went to hers. Because everyone else in the building worked, no one was around to notice or hear anything. We could be loud; we could take our time.

One of the most exciting times was when she invited me to her apartment for the first time. Her husband was away on a full-day shift. The moment I stepped inside, she locked the door and dropped her dress to the floor. She was completely naked, her pregnant body on full display. Big round belly, dark nipples leaking a little colostrum, thick thighs. I got hard instantly.

She took my hand and led me to their marital bed. I lifted her top leg and slid inside her from behind. It felt even better in their bed—the risk made it hotter. I fucked her slow and deep, one hand rubbing her belly, the other squeezing her leaking breast. Milk came out on my fingers. She moaned, “Suck them.” I turned her a bit and took her nipple in my mouth while still inside her. The sweet taste of her milk turned me on so much I started pounding harder. She came twice before I finished deep inside her on their bed.

Days turned into weeks. Her belly grew bigger and bigger. By eight months, she moved slower, but her desire got stronger. She came to my apartment one afternoon looking very horny. She said she had been thinking about me all morning. We didn’t even make it to the bedroom. I bent her over the back of my couch. Her big belly rested on the cushions as I entered her from behind again. This time I was rougher. I grabbed her hair gently and pounded her hard. She loved it, moaning things like “Yes, give it to me” and “You fuck me so much better than him.”

After I came, she turned around, got on her knees with her belly touching my legs, and sucked me clean. Her mouth felt amazing. She looked up at me with those pregnant eyes while licking every drop.

We tried many positions as her pregnancy advanced. She liked sitting on the edge of the bed while I stood and pound her. She liked me eating her pussy for a long time because she got more sensitive. Some days she would fuck on top me carefully, her big belly resting on my stomach as she moved up and down. I would hold her ass and suck her nipples while she rode. Those sessions lasted hours.

One particularly hot day, she was almost nine months pregnant. She came over wearing just a long coat. When she opened it inside my apartment, she was naked underneath. Her belly looked huge. I laid her on my bed on her back with pillows under her. I ate her out until she came, then entered her missionary style, being careful but still deep. She wrapped her legs around me as much as she could and begged me to cum inside her again. I did, and we stayed connected for a long time after.

She gave birth a couple of weeks later. I didn’t see her for almost a month. Then one morning I got a text: “He left for work.” The baby is sleeping. Come now.”

When she opened the door, she looked different but still very sexy. Her belly was much smaller but soft. Her breasts were massive and full of milk. We kissed like we were starving. She took me straight to their bedroom again. The baby monitor was on the nightstand.

She was still a bit sore from giving birth, so we started slow. I licked her gently until she was dripping. Then she got on top and lowered herself onto me. Her pussy felt tighter than before. She rode me while her heavy milky breasts bounced. Milk leaked down her stomach as she moved. I sat up and sucked hard on her nipples, drinking her milk while she fucked me. She moaned so loud I worried the baby might wake up, but we didn’t stop.

After birth, her sex drive became even higher. She told me her husband had only fucked her once since the delivery, and it was quick and disappointing. With me, she wanted it almost every day.

Two or three times a week she would come… (Pt.2)

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