Atrapada sin salida XVII

Chapter XVI After the uncomfortable moment at the hospital. Melissa left with her morale on the floor. She didn't even consider for a moment that she could be discovered that day. She knew that the time to reveal her situation would come soon enough. But doing it immediately was something she had never thought of, not even in her worst nightmares. Gerson walked alongside her with a bittersweet feeling, on one hand he felt satisfied with the course of events, which gave him an advantage he wasn't willing to waste. The nagging, after all, was for him and would be entirely his... But on the other hand, seeing the blonde so distraught had him extremely worried. He couldn't bear to see her cry and lament her situation. He tried to console her, but it was impossible. The blonde was in shock. How he managed to get her out of the hospital without anyone's help, with a lot of effort, he arrived at the hotel in Aguascalientes. He planned to take her out of the country and return as soon as possible to Honduras. He started acting on his own initiative and pulled out his cell phone to make the corresponding calls. Until an unexpected cry surprised him. -Enough!!!! Melissa shouted indignantly. He turned to look at her, her red-faced and irascible temper surprising him. Melissa was furious! 😠 -You can't decide for me! You've already done enough... She said, listening to him speak. And then she collapsed again to continue crying 😭 The blonde gave him a scolding he had never been accustomed to. Gerson was surprised by the root of Melissa's indignant complaint. He seethed with rage, knowing that the blonde considered their relationship a sin. Not even his best moments in intimacy meant anything... But the blonde interrupted his thoughts abruptly. -Leave decisions without my consent, Gerson Moncada!! And furious, she turned around and left him alone. A perplexed Gerson watched her passive anger while leaving to go back to the room... side of what was planned until recently. The afternoon passed, and night came. The full moon of that Monday illuminated everything. Seated in the room, Melissa implored God for his divine help to allow her to calm down the disaster. -Oh Lord, I put my destiny in your hands, help my family bear this shame and this pain...🙏 At these hours she thought, everyone would already know the news by morning. The next morning, she dressed as loosely as possible, trying futilely to hide her obvious belly. Her clean face, without a drop of makeup. I looked up at the sky and with trembling approached the truck alongside Gerson. He was still angry about the course of events, which were not what he had desired. Yet, he started the engine and drove off towards Calvillo with Melissa as his companion. During the drive, silence reigned, Melissa's nerves increasing with each passing mile. She couldn't help but feel fear now that she saw her relatives face to face. As she looked down at her swollen belly, she couldn't help but think about how life had changed so much for her. And like fate, it played a trick on her marriage by putting the demon of Gerson's impending fatherhood in his hands. With great pain and uncertainty, she could have aborted and ended this story. But Gerson's threats, pressure, and fear made her give in and accept continuing with the pregnancy to later deliver the product. At the time, she thought it would be best not to commit another sin like abortion. But now she saw that had given rise to another mistake. Today her feelings were a disaster, and no matter how hard she searched, she couldn't find an exit. It also hurt to recognize that she was starting to enjoy her new life, this new stage she was living to the fullest. Already eagerly waiting to hold the baby in her arms. If only fate had been benevolent, today she would be in Honduras waiting with excitement for the arrival of her son. Little by little... more than an hour later, Melissa's thoughts were interrupted. They had already arrived in Calvillo... As she walked through the entrance of the town, Melissa used black glasses out of shame. And to avoid any doubts, she avoided looking outside to avoid drawing attention. She was instructing Gerson to take the right path and not long after, the truck stopped next to her parents' house... Fortunately, they lived on the edge of the town. As they stopped, Melissa waited for Gerson to open the door. When he did, she couldn't help but take his hand and move together to her parents' house. When they arrived, Gerson rang the doorbell and at that moment, they only dedicated themselves to waiting for the door to open. The door opened, and for Melissa, it was an eternity. She was very nervous just thinking about who would open it. Upon observing that it was a maid, unknown to her, she calmed down a bit and announced her presence to her parents. The maid, quite surprised, gave them permission to enter the house and made them wait in a hallway while she went to inform her employers that their daughter had arrived. Not long after, her mother appeared and announced that her parents were waiting for her in the living room. ********************************* At that moment; Gerson placed his hand on what was left of my waist. And he incited me to keep going. We walked towards the place, and as soon as we entered, the atmosphere felt hostile. I see my parents sitting in the living room, looking expectantly at what I would say. Both were surprised by my swollen belly. And inside, I couldn't help but feel pain and shame. -I'm surprised to see your condition, daughter. But who is this man? My father asked in a rather disappointed tone. -Is it true that he's here? Melissa?? Asked my mother inquisitorially. She reacted very nervously and answered abruptly. -Well, I'll explain... And I fell silent. I couldn't say anything while the four of us just looked at each other. I felt like the destination has arrived quickly. Until the voice would be like Dad's I get out of my thoughts. -You haven't answered, Melissa? Then he looked at me and looking at the floor observed my belly. Gather strength; And that is why I start to talk. -Well see, Dad Along with hands, covering my belly. -His name is Gerson Moncada, and he's a foreigner from Honduras... In that; -Yes and so Melissa!! What is the relationship with him ?? Says mom, while raising her eyebrows, totally altered. My mother doesn't miss anything... -Well see Mrs. Heredia... Gerson starts to say, I look at him surprised, waiting for him to shut up and let me tell the truth. He doesn't catch my signals, then I advance and walk very nervously. They're looking at me and Gerson stays silent. Close my eyes, breathe deeply and start. -Well, obviously I'm pregnant. I already have about 5 months left- Observed their surprised faces and see how their eyes stop to observe my belly carefully. Still, he continued. -And he's the father of this baby... 😢 Exclaimed very weakly, observing their disheveled faces... My mother leans back in the armchair, very disappointed. My father gets up and looks at me. -Are you two in a relationship? He frowns while asking. -Yes... I answer very sad. -Señor Heredia, I'll take care of her, don't worry. Gerson interrupts. My dad looks at him for a moment, can't help but make an unpleasant gesture. And then directs his attention to me. Everything is so fast that I don't see it coming. The hand of my father crashes into my face giving me a strong slap. My mother screams surprised and gets up quickly from the armchair. Putting herself beside my father. Gerson, amazed, takes me by the shoulders and pulls me towards him. I hold my face with surprise and pain. My dad never had hit me before, nor had he been so annoyed with me. I feel terrible 😭 -I didn't raise just anyone... He says in a tone between furious and hurt... -How could you fall so low, Melissa, and roll around with a black man!! Not You are the daughter I educate!!! The voice of my father is so cold that I can feel my blood freezing. Irremedibly my eyes fill with tears. Gerson is furious and makes a move to act imprudently, but I don't hesitate to stop him, putting my belly between him and my parents. My tearful eyes spark flames. Luckily he understands and doesn't make any more foolish moves. My father continues to be upset and starts telling me that I've ruined the family name by putting it on the floor. He thought what Tomás said were hallucinations. But seeing me face-to-face with him and verifying the truth makes him feel great pain... At that moment, without saying anything, Gerson takes my hand and leads me to the exit. Summed in sadness, I let myself be taken by him until my father takes my other hand and tells me he won't let me leave the house. He faces Gerson and warns him that he doesn't tolerate our relationship. And will do whatever it takes to prevent it from continuing. Gerson is about to react violently when I interrupt him again and cut off his anger. -Don't cause more problems, Gerson Moncada!! He reacts with a sad face and doesn't stop my decision. My parents allow my presence in their house from now on, so I'm going back to living with them. Gerson is informed by my father that his presence isn't welcome and he never wants to see him again. Gerson's response surprises me, incredibly accepting it. He only bids me farewell, asking me to think carefully about what I want. My father interrupts and kicks him out of the house, Gerson angry but measured finally leaving the house. From that moment on, my father stays away from me and goes back to his office. My mother takes my hand and guides me to sit down. When she does, she calls the maid, instructing her to bring a drink and prepare my room for me to start living there from now on. A little later, lying in bed, I don't stop thinking about the sea of emotions I'm holding inside. My father talks to Tomás and begs him unbearably that he won't let go of my hands to that black man. Tomas extremely hurt and disappointed, I speak evil of myself. But out of gratitude to my father, he agreed to come see me and chat to see what would happen with our marriage. During a week, I stayed locked up at my parents' house. They didn't keep me imprisoned, but the recommendation was clear: don't go out on the street, so as to avoid rumors and gossip from spreading. My parents didn't accept my pregnancy, nor did they accept that it was the result of a black man's affair. So I spent very difficult days, meditating about what would happen with my life. In the first months, I wasn't worried about the development of my belly, how much it had to grow or if it didn't grow enough. I knew already from experience, what would happen. But starting from the 4th month and in less than a month, my pregnancy took off and my stomach began to grow rapidly. When returning home to my parents', I acquired the habit of staying on alert. I measured myself every third day... Yes, I know it's crazy... Before starting to feel the baby, I didn't have any reference point if everything was okay, had very few symptoms of pregnancy and too much free time to drive myself crazy. That's what comes with being a first-time mom with the added burden of being pregnant for the fourth time. It seemed impossible to me to achieve it and I needed something to hold onto to know that everything was going correctly during that anguished week. With 22 weeks, my belly was already a real imbalance. The area around my navel was so stretched out that I no longer felt it; I would bump into boxes, doors, or anything at the height of my navel and not even notice. Sleeping was an odyssey, and turning over in bed was already very difficult. I started to feel like my little one was exhausting my reserves. Yet, I continued my life and managed to make sure my baby continued his development without any problems. I didn't have time or desire to want to enter depression. One afternoon, my mother told me that she and dad would be leaving. They would leave me alone at home with Ana, the young maid. Mom warned me that Tomas would come the next morning. We had to clarify which direction our marriage would take. I felt disoriented and fearful. After they left, I told Ana I was hungry and asked her to start preparing dinner. She obeyed immediately and went to the kitchen. I returned to my room, feeling terrible. A mix of fear and boredom. So I decided to contact Gerson and sent him a message. I wanted to see him; this week I missed him a lot. And without my parents present, I wouldn't have problems. When he received the SMS, Gerson replied immediately. He arrived shortly after, and I personally opened the door for him. I'm not sure if it was the contained emotions, but when we saw each other again, we melted into a long kiss.💕 Only the sudden presence of the maid girl interrupted us, and laughing, we went hand in hand to the living room. A little later, we sat down in the dining room. We talked about what I had lived through and how difficult it was to be apart from each other. When I told Gerson that Tomas would come talk to me tomorrow, his reaction was contained anger. He didn't like his presence, so he asked me to stay with him at that moment. I believed him, so we prepared the guest room for him to install himself for that night. We spent a quiet afternoon. We were really good together. Time passed and it got dark. I said goodbye to Gerson and went to my room, ready to sleep. Since tomorrow would be a very important day. At some point between midnight and dawn, Tomas appeared and managed to sneak into the house without anyone noticing. He moved quietly and entered the adjacent room next to Melissa's. It was perhaps an error in construction, but between Melissa's room where I was and where Tomas had already settled in, the bathroom was the only thing that separated them. And there was a door of access to each of them. side of the respective room!! I don't know how he dared in a house so respectable. But as the hours passed; The black guy came out naked from his room, walking down the long hallway.Not alone was I going bareback, but with an incredible erection on my back. Luckily no one saw me, or without a doubt the impression would have been madness. That night there was a full moon, and Gerson observed the doorknob of the room where Melissa was. He turned the doorknob, never heard the doorknob, and the door opened silently. Instead, the noise of blood circulation in his blackness was terrifying, his excitement was at a gallop. He closed the door as soon as he got inside and could contemplate the body of the blonde woman lying down. She slept on her side, sprawled out with flexed arms, and her hands embracing the pillow. Her beautiful face seemed like an angel taking a nap. The impression caused by Gerson was magnificent, his erection made it even more potent. His cock began to drool desperately. He approached her slowly, caressing her hair very softly, speaking very quietly. She moved and he said -don't be scared- I'm Gerson-. It was the most dangerous moment, if she screamed or fell into panic. Ana would find out, but she didn't scream. But instead, she reacted quite surprised... I asked -What's going on? What do you have? He lit the lamp and observed at a loss the nudity of the black man. -Oh, holy virgin!! Think about my reputation, Gerson, it's not a good idea, this is my parents' house!!- She said, observing resignedly, the sight of the Honduran. Gerson turned off the light and lay down beside her, a quick kiss dispelled any inconvenience, and ended her opposition completely.

The strange noises alerted me, I thought Melissa had woken up. And in a hurry, I got up, opened the bathroom door from my room side. I was ready to see her and speak face-to-face with my wife. I heard murmurs, and managed to notice when the light went out, then mechanically I crouched down and tried to look through the peephole. The full moon at its maximum expression, and the open window of Melissa's room... She allowed me to observe it more or less clearly. Then I saw it, that disgusting black man was kissing and caressing her all over. My wife let him make his impetuous advances. I wanted to go interrupt that abominable act, but couldn't. I couldn't believe it, but my eyes were seeing that disgusting spectacle. I started feeling horrible, my eyes began to cry, and the pain petrified me. It would be lying if I told you I wasn't excited, it was enormous excitement, seeing my wife about to be possessed by another man. The black man climbed onto the bed, knelt beside my wife, and began to grope her. I felt a pain in my balls, as if a stone was blocking me, I turned red, watching them kiss, I wanted to say something, shout, but couldn't, it's a pain that can't be explained, it's a mix of excitement, morbidness, and pain from seeing another man caress your wife, and see my wife start to get excited at the contact of his hands and kisses. His hands on her legs, she moved and let me observe her pregnant belly. Used to seeing her in her previous three pregnancies, seeing her with that enormous belly made me feel very bad.

That's when my wife wrapped her arms around his neck and offered him her lips, he started kissing her mouth, neck, back, and slowly undressed her, leaving her naked, her breasts were free, he took them with both hands and began to pinch and suck them while I watched as my wife gave herself without reserve. My wife started responding happily, she knelt on the bed and took his cock with her hands, played with his balls, cock, brought her mouth to his cock's head, started sucking it, her lips, while he played with her breasts. It was the same black man who stopped the suckling to put my wife back in bed again. Now she was lying on her back, and it was him who brought his mouth to my wife's sex, with his hands separating...

Her legs, she brought her tongue to her sex and started passing her tongue over her slit, from top to bottom. Listen to my wife's moans, watch her move her head from side to side. I couldn't take it anymore and pulled out my cock from my pants, it was inflamed. It was an improper act, but I hadn't had an erection in years. We hadn't maintained a proper relationship for years, maybe that made her fall into the trap of lust. I thought that when my wife's moans intensified as the black man made her explode with his tongue inside her slit. I looked when he stopped sucking her sex, got up, took hold of his cock with his hands, and it was in that moment that I observed his cock, it was a monstrous member. And it was thicker than mine. Then I understood how my wife could be in that state. My wife settled on the bed, spread her legs, leaving all her sex exposed, the black man prepared his cock to penetrate. He looked at her wet sex, ready to be penetrated. Then he got onto the bed and positioned himself beside her, like a side sleeper, began to penetrate her slowly, until his testicles hit her labia. He started screwing her semi-slowly, putting it in and taking it out slowly, little by little he was managing to make her respond to his thrusts, and my wife started moaning, moving her head from side to side, her moans were already thunderous. I never imagined that watching them screw my wife would give me so much pleasure, it was a strange, unknown morbid until that moment for me. After being screwed slowly, he started screwing her with force, making the bed practically move when he thrust into her, lifting her completely off the bed. He took hold of her waist and loaded her leg while accelerating the penetration. -ahhhhhhjjjj 💞 My wife was still braying like a possessed woman. Suddenly he stopped and lay down on the bed, and my wife got on top of him, screwing his cock until the end. And she started riding it, until she was fully inserted. alone in his cock.When the black man started to groan I knew he was about to come, took my wife from the waist and laid her on the bed. Took her legs, opening them completely, and screwed her until the end. Washing my wife's vagina with his semen. He stayed inside her for a few minutes, then rolled onto one side of the bed, breathing heavily. I sat down on the floor, without even looking, I came on my pants too. Then, despite being in shock, I imagined being next to him, looking at her completely naked. I caressed her hair with my hands, looked at her wet sex, felt an enormous morbidness imagining how it had left her from his tearing. I brought my face close to her sex, opened her intimate lips with my fingers until the entrance of her sex was before my eyes and observed that it was full of another man's cum. I put a finger in, started digging in her vagina and couldn't take it anymore, took off my pants and got completely naked and climbed on top of her, screwing her until the end, her cheese was slippery, wet, sticky, I was screwing her while the black man looked at us from one side of the bed until I couldn't take it anymore and came inside her. Imagination passed and I felt like a piece of trash as a man. The black man had an advantage over me, seeing helplessly how the love of my life was slowly moving away. Slowly returned to the room and lying on the bed, between guilt and desire, I ended up crying...