"How's Andrew?"
He meant the baby and Eric had to remind himself that everyone else referred to him by name, like a person.
It was only him and Gabi who just called him "the baby."
"He's good."
"Are you getting any sleep?"
Eric made a noise into the phone, almost a snort. It meant "sleep, what fucking sleep?" But out loud, he just said, "Sure, sometimes." He and Gabi had come up with a sleep schedule that she had read about online. It was great. Now if they could just get the baby to do his part but so far, no dice.
"Are you getting laid?"
Eric couldn't hold back a guffaw and then immediately whispered, "fuck." He hoped that he hadn't just disturbed his wife and the baby. It was his turn in a bit and he was determined to milk his free time for all it was worth. "Yeah right," he muttered in a sarcastic voice to Steve. Steve was Andrew's godfather second and Eric's best buddy first, otherwise he'd never be talking about this with another guy. "Dude, it's only been six weeks," Eric told his friend, like he wasn't counting every day, check, check, check. "She's on lockdown until she sees the gyno."
"That's how it starts, my friend." Steve sounded ominous and Eric could feel the tension between his shoulders. There was some extra weight there and it could just be the result of stress, but Eric wondered if it wasn't more. He was worried, although he'd never admit it. Because of course, it echoed what all of his male acquaintances seemed to hint at: once you have a kid, the pussy is doled out sparingly.
After he'd announced that Gabi was pregnant, it was the second thing that happened after a round of high fives and a few fist pumps and pats on the back. Like if you do chores and if you agree and if you mind your manners, then you might get some. At least that's what they all said with tight lipped expressions, like smiling was suddenly painful.
A few months ago, his wife had laughed about those guys and said they had no cojones.
"Come on, Steve, we are talking about Gabi here," it was all that he would say and he felt he shouldn't have to say more. Just a few short months ago, Gabi was the sexiest woman any of them had ever known. All of his friends, including Steve, would elbow Eric when she walked away or whisper, "damn,". They would draw it out to sound like "day-ummmm."
Gabi was hot. Gabi was hot and she knew it. Gabi had long black hair that was a wild mane of inky curls. Gabi had brown eyes that looked like melted pools of chocolate. Gabi was thick in all the right places and his friends said she was shaped like a Coke bottle. Gabi's skin was somewhere between caramel and café au lait and it gleamed almost golden. Gabi wore her jeans tight and her heels high. Gabi was spicy and feisty and flirtatious and she and Eric were first dating, men would buy her drinks right in front of Eric.
She would purr in his ear, "What's the matter, Papi? You know you're the only man getting this pussy tonight, right?" Her accent gave him goosebumps and her hot breath on his neck made him hard. He would be on the verge of melting world melt with a whisper and a slow stroke of her crimson nails down his inner thigh.
She'd take the drink and wink at the sender though. And Eric would still be just a little jealous.
The sexiest woman they knew. Even pregnant, maybe even especially pregnant. Gabi had flaunted the extra weight and it just made her more lush and almost opulent. She rubbed it in everyone's face and she looked like an exotic fertility goddess, a statue that women worshipped in the hopes of becoming pregnant. Her breasts were huge and her ass was heavy and wide and it had seemed like the changes in her body had made Gabi even more hedonistic than usual. She had fucked him twice a day in the middle months, sometimes he'd even protested that he couldn't go again. He had always managed to get it up and she had always managed to make him cum faster than he wanted to.
During those few months, it seemed like she couldn't cum often enough and Eric had been ecstatic to come along for the ride.
It had all tapered off when she was about seven months along. Eric was fairly certain that Gabi hadn't shaved her legs since then but then again, he wouldn't know for sure because she'd been in yoga pants and thick, woolly socks ever since.
"Yeah, I know we're talking about Gabi, dude." His friend continued, "and it pains me to say this because fuck, she is still smoking hot. But I'm just saying, it's never the same after the kids come."
"Well, I'm sure we will be fine."
Eric was irritated with his buddy now. He wanted to blame his mood swings on the lack of sleep and the shitty diet he'd been eating for a month and a half. He had existed on leftover casseroles that the neighbors brought over. Leftover food and leftover bits of sleep and half a shower and a page of the newspaper, really what did he expect?
You know what else makes you crabby though, the voice inside reminded him, like a mental elbow to the ribs. Not getting laid.
"Yeah, well call me when you can get out for some beers, dude." Steve wasn't sensitive enough to pick up on Eric's or anyone else's irritation and that was the bedrock that their friendship was built on.
"Later."
Eric tossed the phone on the side table and scowled at it. Fuck Steve. Fuck all those guys, they had always been jealous of him having Gabi on lockdown. He knew she was out of his league but those guys never let him forget it. Now they were just getting back at him and the timing couldn't have been worse.
Eric didn't think Gabi had really kissed him since they came home from the hospital. Sure, sure, a peck here and there but not like a full on, hands in his hair, kiss. Not a kiss with her ripe, voluptuous breasts of hers pressed against his chest. Not a kiss with her tongue, fully touching his. Oh, that tongue that knew him so well. Her tongue and her hungry lips, tasting his mouth like it was tres leches.
Early dating kisses, he thought with a gulp.
Stop, he told himself, she had just given birth six weeks ago. Everything was a little off kilter for everyone. Kids were life changing and needed to just be patient.
And in the meantime, there was porn.
Gabi didn't like it when Eric watched porn; at least the old Gabi didn't. She wanted him to talk to her about his fantasies and maybe she made an exception here and there when they watched something together. That hadn't been too successful though. Either Gabi couldn't stop giggling, which killed the mood or she started yelling at the screen. Something about her yelling, "Hey fuck you, asshole, someone should pull your hair," to the television killed the mood too, even though it always made him laugh.
Eric still had a window. He was still awake and it wasn't his turn to do anything for another thirty minutes. Gabi, if she was even awake, was quiet and probably completely drawn into online shopping for the new man in her life, the baby.
He grabbed his tablet and went to the den. Ah, the den, it wasn't quite a mancave but he was working on it. He'd hung all of his Chicago Bears and Cubs memorabilia and Gabi had shaken her head in disgust. "Fine, the den is yours now," she had told him with a shrug of her shoulders about a week before Andrew was born. She muttered to herself in Spanish as she walked away and so far, she'd never come back to the den.
It was the perfect place to watch porn now, Eric surmised as he closed the door behind him and got settled on his old leather couch from his bachelor days. He lay back and stretched out. He scrolled and clicked until he got to a familiar site that he'd spent some viewing time viewing in the past. The girls were Latina and more natural than average. There wasn't much dialogue, which seemed better. Here was something promising, Eric thought. It featured a girl with big, brown eyes that reminded him of Gabi.
He pressed play.
She really did look like Gabi, the Gabi he had known when they first met. She was curvaceous with a little waist. She wore white bikini panties and nothing else. She lay on the bed, open legs and arms up, overhead. Her breasts were large and her nipples were almost blood red. Her lover was a white guy with an impressive build and an even more impressive sized cock. The two lay on the bed and her tan calves were wrapped between his paler, muscular legs. Their kiss didn't seem to be for the camera and she seemed almost bashful, which was charming. The kiss started slowly and tenderly, almost as if they were in love. Almost, Eric thought wistfully, like him and Gabi, in what was beginning to seem like a long time ago. As the kiss continued, her lover reached into the white panties that clung to her wetness and Eric could almost feel her sweetness in his hand.
He flashed back to the first time he'd fondled Gabi between her legs. Her thick thighs parted, just for him and the rich, exotic scent of her wetness had perfumed the air.
Eric exhaled slowly and held the tablet up, out of the way, while he pushed his sweatpants down to his knees. He was hard already. It had taken less than a minute and here he was, standing at full mast. Just thinking about touching the girl under her panties brought the desire in waves. It had been a long time, long enough to admit that his hand felt really good.
The caramel colored girl had an actual bush and that was a delight. A thick, black trail of hair ran, like a vine from her dusty pink lips up to the slope under her belly. Her lover got to push her panties down for the camera and the young Gabi lookalike opened her thighs greedily for his touch. She was damp and her creamy wetness glistened on her lips. Her lover's fingers were glazed with her longing and and the man licked his fingers slowly before exploring her crevice once more. It was sweet and sexy and Eric groaned as his hand gripped his cock at the base. He squeezed and felt how hot and full his balls were. His sack was weighty, heavy with all of his pent up frustration. He stroked himself slowly all the way to the tip and then back.
Eric thought back again to his wife's bush, gleaming with droplets of her desire. Gabi's meaty, swollen pussy with her almost purple clitoris, large and round, like a fingertip. The first clit he could really suck and if anyone else but Gabi knew how much he got off on it, Eric would be ashamed.
The on screen lover used the droplets from her slit and rubbed himself with her cream. The man had a thick, dark pink cock and the bulbous head was almost red. He pushed his dick into the girl's thigh, insistent and ready to rut, exactly the way Eric's dick was. He'd want the girl to know that he was too hard to wait. Sure, yes of course he wanted to dally over her full, swollen lower lips. Yes, there was no question that he wanted to lick her, part her petals with his tongue and slowly wind his way up to her sweltering clit. She would taste so sweet and Eric would love to feel her gush and her thighs shiver on his face
All of that could be later, after his desperate, almost fierce orgasm had finished. Eric's hand moved faster now as he watched the lover guide the cocoa colored girl down the bed, down between his powerful thighs. She looked up at him, all hungry and sweet as the lover touched the head of his cock to her beautiful, shapely mouth.
Gabi would take her place between his legs like that, with her pouty lips and her eyes gleaming with wickedness. She would bend and blow on his shaft and giggle as he groaned and his body shivered just from her hot breath.
The girl on the screen licked the lover, slowly, sensuously, like there was nothing she wanted more and Eric groaned from his belly.
"Fuck," he muttered under his breath as he rubbed his dick up and down and wondered if he could remember the last time he'd had his dick sucked like that. Shit, just a hot mouth clamped around his shaft, wet and silky, and the feel of a tongue that had nowhere else to go. Sure, Gabi still went down on him, here and there but never as much as he might want. Eric could almost feel his cock, the full girth of it, luxuriating in the caramel girl's mouth and he reminded himself to be quiet.
He just thought it, kept it all inside.
Eric could feel the caramel girl's saliva as it puddled beneath him. It caressed his sack and he flexed his thighs. The lover wrapped his hands in the girl's dark hair and Eric thrust his hips. Yeah, exactly like that, not pulling her hair so much as guiding her all the way down so he could feel the head of his cock in her throat.
Eric could feel Gabi's curls in his hand and on his thighs and it was sweet but sadistic torture and such a tease and his hand stroked furiously.
The caramel colored girl had begun to touch herself as she sucked, her hips moved to the same tempo as her mouth. Her breasts swayed and her ass shook as she masturbated and gave the lover her mouth. Slowly, the man on the screen pushed her mouth down the full length of his cock and Eric could feel the need rise in his balls. He needed to feed her, needed to spurt, needed to hear her swallow down every last milky drop.
Fuck, the camera drew back and now it wasn't just her hips and ass that bounced for Eric. The brown beauty dripped down her hand. Fuck, she was so swollen, her fat pussy lips were parted and invited him inside for a feel. She was opened up wide and covered in cream. Gabi used to call it her pussy milk and Eric used to beg to gulp it down. Like this, from behind, he'd devour this girl and drown in pussy milk.
He could almost feel the sticky rain, the hot beads of Gabi's syrupy orgasm, dripping from his upper lip to chin to his throat.
On the screen, the wet sounds came from her mouth and her slippery cunt and the girl on the screen became Gabi too. She was all of Eric's fantasies rolled into one and his hand worked up and down so fast and he rained precum on his belly. When he saw the swell of her cheek, seeing her mouth completely stuffed full of her lover's dick, Eric felt the jolt run down his back, his thighs gripped and his belly tensed.
Fuck, there he went.
Eric's legs shook and his abs clenched and released, as if the orgasm was being pumped out, squeezed out of him a little bit at a time. There was the girl's pink mouth stretched and wet around her lover's throbbing cock and Eric felt as if he were the one buried in her throat. There was that beautiful girl's slick pussy. It pulsed and beckoned to him and he could almost taste it as he curled his toes and shuddered. Cum was everywhere, hot and viscous and it felt like months and months of need coursed down his body to the leather below. Eric felt the last push and finally let his cock go. All that was left was an exhausted sigh.
Shit, that was good.
It was good and it was necessary. And it made him hope more than ever that he didn't have to get too used to it. Eric didn't want a steady diet of porn; cranking it out, home alone, in his man cave. He hoped his friends were wrong. Fuckups that they were, he kind of assumed that to be the case.
Eric cleaned up with his old SIU sweatshirt that he'd never put away from his turn at laundry. He carefully wiped up the cushion that had received the bulk of his load and then the back of the couch. His arm, his belly, his hand, Eric felt the stickiness that was left behind on his balls and thought that at some point, a shower was in order. A nice, hot shower after an orgasm like that and then a nap would be like being born again. Too bad that Andrew had fucked all of that up.
The baby.
He checked the time on his table before turning it off and it was definitely in his window now. Time to relieve Gabi. Eric felt the hope spring from his gut when he thought that maybe, if she had a hot shower and a nap, maybe then she'd actually kiss him like he was a man again. Maybe he'd be the man of her dreams again instead of just the guy who took the other shift.
He climbed the stairs and stood outside of Andrew's room. The twinkling lights were on, the little turtle that was hooked to the side of his crib played lullabies. The stars glowed from the turtle's belly onto the wall. This meant that Andrew was in his bed instead of their bed, which was good news.
Eric tiptoed into their bedroom and expected to see Gabi curled up in a ball, almost the same fetal position that Andrew had spent so much time in. That was how she slept now, when she slept. It was like she needed protection, to shut it all out.
Like she needed to withdraw from the baby as well as Eric.
"Hey," she greeted him in a voice that was thinly stretched and exhausted. "I'm gonna crack," she told him. He heard the words but Eric's brain couldn't even focus on their meaning because there was far too much to look at.
Gabi was topless. Her breasts were out and Eric realized that he hadn't seen her like this, not exactly like this, god, maybe ever. Since Andrew had been born, her breasts had been kept under wraps. They were almost folded into the confines of a nursing bra. He occasionally caught a glimpse a sliver of nipple as she modestly pulled one cover down at a time. The nursing bra was like a small tent and seemed very mysterious.
In fact the whole breastfeeding thing had an aura of mystique about it. Eric had heard the baby swallow milk and Andrew's head had blocked his view of Gabi's gorgeous, colossal breasts but there was something about it that seemed off limits. She was a feeding machine now. Her breasts had a higher calling. They were off limits and wrapped up. They weren't meant for Eric's pleasure anymore and he had missed them.
Now they were front and center and in his face.
Gabi had no shirt on, no nursing bra and her breasts, which had always been large, were simply enormous. They lolled on her chest and her coffee colored skin seemed to be stretched tightly over each bulb. Her nipples, always large as well, were darker than usual. They were almost purple and her areolas were almost ruby red. Her nipples were puffy and inflamed. They were no longer the bud like tender things that seemed to call Eric to touch and taste.
These called for him to drink.
"Your son is a pain in the ass," she grumbled. "He's trying to bite me, even though he doesn't have any teeth. It's killing my nipples."
"I'm so sorry, babe," Eric said in a voice that sounded far away. He was being hypnotized by her breasts.
"And he screwed around and screwed around until he fell asleep!" Gabi slapped the bed with an exasperated look on her face. "Can you believe that little turkey?" she asked Eric, incredulous at the nerve of the baby.
Eric knew better than to stand up for Andrew. The kid was on his own and Eric just shook his head.
Gabi wore dark blue yoga pants that came high up on her stomach. Sure, she hadn't lost all of the baby weight, that was obvious. Eric could plainly see that she was still rounder in the middle, plumper and full of juice. If her breasts were full of milk, didn't it stand to reason that she was liquid and full everywhere?
Fuck, that was actually quite hot.
"No, I can't believe that he wouldn't do exactly what his Mommy wanted," Eric said in a quiet voice as he sat down next to her. He put his arm around her shoulders. With her wild hair loose and free, her black hair rushed down her back like water. The little curls touched her bare skin the way that he wished he could. He could easily remember the porn and how the thought of her hair on his body made him pulse.
Gabi really had no idea how sexy she was or how much it affected him.
"He's part alligator, Eric," Gabi whispered and nuzzled her face against his. She rested her forehead on the crook of his neck. "My nipples hurt so bad and I'm supposed to pump but I don't think I can."
She sounded drained, as if Andrew had left the milk but sucked the life out of her instead. Gabi was usually such a fighter, so obstinate and defiant. It was strange to hear her be so fragile, like she really might crack.r"
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