I spent forever convincing her that she was the most beautiful woman in my world, which she was. Beneath those sacks was the body of a sex kitten. She wasn’t thin, not like the rakes I usually date according to my delightful mother. She had curves in all the right places, tits and ass enough to fill both hands, and a pussy that knew how to handle ten inches of cock without giving the fuck out mid stroke.
We traded in the glasses for laser surgery and fuck if I wasn’t afraid to let her out of the house without me. She was fuck hot and I had more problems than I knew what to do with, all in my head of course. Every swinging dick was after my girl as far as I was concerned, so my answer was to keep her in bed under me as much as humanly possible.
We got married in the rush ceremony my mother and hers put together after we had to spill the beans and tell them that we couldn’t wait the year and a half it would take for the big shindig they wanted, not unless they wanted their grandkid to be born out of wedlock. Once they forgave me for knocking her up out of turn, like I was the only one in the damn bed when it happened, they pulled together what turned out to be a beautiful ceremony.
From then ‘til now she’s been coming out of her shell, but I still can’t get her to see the beautiful her that I see each time I look at her and she thinks that every woman who looks at me for more than five seconds would be a better choice. If she only knew, I don’t even see women anymore. They all fall short in my eyes. As far as I’m concerned I got the best and I’m more than happy with my lot in life.
Still, all it takes is some chick who has designs on my money and thinks I’m too stupid to know, to shake her ass in my direction, and this one gets insecure and down in the tooth. Today was the latest episode. She came to pick me up for lunch and one of the secretaries from downstairs was putting in her bid, which I was totally ignoring.
My wife of course felt threatened. I guess she didn’t notice how the other woman slithered away once she showed up. Too much competition. I’m thinking it’s a female thing. She doesn’t see herself the way other women do. How astoundingly beautiful she truly is. I don’t know any other way to prove to her that she’s all I want.
She’s in her sixth month, glowing, ass spread a little and tits twice the size they used to be. I’m in heaven. I do try not to make a pig of myself, but we’re still fucking three times a day give or take. Even when she was puking up her guts in the morning, I didn’t see that it slowed her down any. In fact once, she was riding my dick after a bout of morning sickness and she suggested we let the rest of the world know we’d found a cure. Did I mention she’s funny as hell?
After she went into a funk because of the flirting secretary, I’d nixed lunch, cancelled the rest of the day’s appointments and dragged her ass home. Now we were at round two and from experience I know that it’s going to take at least another couple dick shots to bring her back to her senses.
3
“You had enough?” I looked down at my red dick once she lifted off and helped her get settled on her side of the bed. She was still breathing too hard to talk but the way her hand went to my limp dick told me she wasn’t sure yet. I let my nuts dry while she gave it a think and rubbed my kid who was flipping somersaults in her mommy’s tummy.
“Ouch!” She sat up in bed holding her side and I freaked as usual.
“What? What happened lemme see?”
“She kicked me, I’m okay. I think we woke her up from her nap.” She curled her lip at me making me laugh and I tackled her, making sure to be extra careful. “Hey you in there, pipe down.”
I kissed her tummy and relaxed back against my pillow, after drawing her into my arms. “I love you buttercup, always. No one will ever be as beautiful in my eyes as you are okay?” I love the way she looks up at me, as if waiting for me to reassure her. After all my achievements since I left my parents’ home for college, starting my own successful business, nothing makes me feel like more of a man than seeing that look in her eye, and being able to give her what she wants.
“We good?” She nodded her head and put it back on my shoulder. Her little arm came to rest on my chest and my heart was full. “Come on baby don’t go to sleep, let’s get you cleaned up. You know how you get when you’re all sticky.” She huffed her ass out of bed with my help, and once in the shower left all the work up to me of course.
“Is the water okay baby?” I sat her on the bench inside the six headed marble shower stall so I could wash her feet. “It’s fine, that feels so good.” I’m sure it did, spoilt ass. I don’t know how she hasn’t caught on yet after all this time that she has me wrapped securely around her little finger, both of them in fact. I do and would do anything for her up to and including giving my life. Doing little things like this for her gives me so much pleasure that it cannot be described.
I know men and women who’ve been in love, or so they say, and end up getting a divorce years later. I can’t even imagine, just the thought of me losing her makes my gut hurt and my heart, ache. I took my time washing her feet and calves before gliding my soapy hands farther up her thighs. My little freak opened her legs to give me easy access to the goods.
“I might as well shave your pussy while I’m down here buttercup.” I spoke around the lump in my throat as I stood to grab the little showerhead we have for just this purpose. I washed my escaping jizz off her pussy and patted her dry before grabbing the shaving gel.
I slathered her pussy hair in gel and once she was covered gave her a pelvic massage. She hummed in her throat and moved against my hand. “You want my finger baby?” She looked at me through glazed eyes, bit her lip and nodded yes. I washed off my thumb just to be safe and slid it into her cunt. I went back to massaging her fat pussy and her hot pussy juice covered my fingertip.
I pulled it out of her and sucked it into my mouth, sucking her cunt essence from my digit. I fingered her pussy and massaged her knowing that it will make her loose and wild by the time I was ready to fuck. I pulled her pussy lip tight away from her body and with great concentration shaved one side of her slit clean. I took care of the other side all the while touching her clit in some way, keeping her primed and on the brink.
I washed her off and lathered her up from head to toe. She rested her head on my cock while I worked on her hair and by the time I was through working the conditioner into her hair, she had my cock in her mouth. I abso-fucking-lutely love the way she chokes out and then go right back to sucking the dick. I also love the little humming sounds she makes and the way she slobbers all over my dick, dick spit and saliva running down her chin.
I face fucked her with her wet hair fisted in my hand, pulling her mouth harder on and off my cock. “That’s my good girl, you’re taking me in your throat easier now.” She mumbled some shit around my cock but didn’t let up on her mouth torture. She’s a natural born cocksucker. In fact for someone who’d locked herself away from all of life’s pleasures, she was supremely adept at all things sexual.
She dug the fingers of one hand into my ass and used the ones from the other hand to fondle my nuts. I planted my feet firmly on the wet marble floor before I fell and broke my damn neck, and continued feeding as much of my cock into her throat that she could hold without choking to death.
I pulled out of her neck when she was getting me too close. Though I do enjoy spraying her tonsils with my spunk, since her belly started to show I only like cumming deep inside her hot wet cunt. I wiped her face before bending my head to feed her my tongue. My dick was hard and leaking but I had enough control left, barely, to take my time.
I moved my hands to her tits, which were a nice hefty weight because of her milk and their natural fullness. We played follow that tongue as I thumbed her nipples, until I felt the warm spray of her milk. Leaving her mouth, I moved onto her nipples and sucked the freshly reproduced milk from her as she stroked my cock.
Pulling out of her hand I made my way down her body to her widespread thighs. Her pussy was pretty and pink and so sexy freshly bared. I opened her pussy and sat back on m
y heels to inspect what’s mine. “She’s making you darker inside.” I played with her pussy with my thumbs and waited for the first bead of her pussy cream to slide out. My tongue was right there to catch it.
I hummed into her pussy and licked her deep before pulling my tongue out so I could suck her cunt lip into my mouth. She planted her feet on my shoulders as I went to town on her pussy, holding her open so I could enjoy all the bounties of her sweet pink well.
My dick was hard and dripping pre-cum at a fast pace and I didn’t even need to stroke to keep my boy in the game. Just the scent, taste, and feel of her under my tongue was enough to keep my engine revving. I pulled my tongue out of her snatch and kissed her clit before pulling her down off the bench and onto my cock.
“Yeah, that’s nice and tight.” I placed my hands on either side of the hard mound of her pregnant belly and fucked up into her as she pushed down. I wish I could see her pussy. Open, tight, sucking on my cock with each stroke. “You’re making me crazy.” I wanted my tongue back in her, wanted to put her on her knees and fuck her raw. I wanted to do it all at once.
She grabbed for my lips with hers and bit into my lip as she fucked her ass up and down, sliding her tight cunt down the length of my cock meat. I moved my hands protectively between her back and the hard cold marble of the bench. This position, squatting with her in my lap on the wet floor, wasn’t the most comfortable, but I hadn’t thrown her to her back in the shower since her fourth month.
“We gotta get out of here before I fucking hurt you baby.” I got to my feet with her impaled on my cock, switched off the forgotten water and stepped out of the shower into the spacious bathroom. I dried us both off as best I could while still attached. Once in the bedroom I put her on her back at the edge of the bed with her legs around my ass and began to fuck.
At this angle her pussy was perfectly placed for my cock jabs. Once I’d squared it away with her doctor that it was okay to have her, I’d outgrown my fear of hurting her or the baby. Her greedy pussy takes a pounding and looks fore more five minutes later, so I knew she could take the deep fucks I put in her.
“Squeeze those big tits for me baby, while I pound this pussy.” Her painted nails looked blood red against the paleness of her tit flesh. Even that shit made my cock harder. I had to do some acrobatics to reach her nipple in this position, but I pulled it off nicely.
I suckled her hard and deep stroked her juicing pussy until she stiffened up beneath me and cried out her release. I grunted like a wild beast as I shot my seed off inside her over and over again until I was completely spent. I held still and let her ride out the aftershocks of her orgasm on my steel hard rod while we ravaged each other’s lips.
I pulled out with a plop and helped her into the middle of the bed before heading into the bathroom for a wet cloth to clean us both up. Once she was nice and clean again I debated whether or not to pull one of my large tee shirts over her head but decided against it. She gets hot easily these days and I wanted her to be comfortable.
I climbed in beside her and got us both settled. “Take your greedy ass to sleep and take a nap. If you get hungry again I’ll feed you.” I teased her pussy with my fingers because I know my woman. Once I’d brought her off again with my hand, I knew she would be okay for at least the next couple of hours. She beautifully, mouth open, eyes rolled back in her head and breasts heaving. “Sleep, no more dick for now you’ll be sore.”
She snickered and cooed and was fast asleep two minutes later.
I stayed awake looking out the window at the sun going down, while she slept beside me, safe and warm. Outside the world was going by, while I held all that was dear to me in my arms. I drifted off not long after feeling content.
I woke to the feel of her ass tucked tightly up against my groin. She was muttering some shit to herself and my mind cleared enough for me to get the gist of just what it was she was saying. She was trying to steal the dick, but her new cumbersome body was getting in the way. I grinned behind her head and helped her out.
“Wait, let me do it.” I had to control my laughter because she can be a little ornery when she first wakes up. She pouted over her shoulder at me and fuck if there weren’t tears of frustration in her eyes. “Why didn’t you wake me baby?” I lifted her leg after slipping a pillow under her side to support her tummy and my child.
“I don’t know, I…” I got to my knees, and with her leg over the crook of my arm, slid home. She sighed happily and forgot what she was saying. Can one man really be this lucky? How had a pair of unnaturally colored eyes led me to this most perfect union? I sometimes don’t think I deserve her, but the thought of her not being here with me, of having never known this with her, breaks me out in a cold sweat. It’s like we were made for each other, two halves to one whole. And that’s not just the fuck hot sex talking.
Her hand came back to rest on my hip while mine rested on the mountain of her tummy as I stroked nice and slow, going in deep. This wasn’t the first time she’d tried stealing dick while I was out cold, so I knew the drill. Her emotions and her libido goes hand in hand. Once she feels threatened by someone of her own sex, it takes a whole lotta fucking to set her straight. I don’t mind a bit, only that I don’t like her feeling that she’s in danger of losing me. Add to that, the fact that pregnancy has turned her into a blazing nympho who’d sit on my dick twenty-four seven if I let her.
Her pussy was nice and tight again after being stretched all afternoon. I guess the nap rejuvenated things down below. When she’s tight like this, my dick feels like it’s forcing her walls open. I could actually picture that shit in my head. My fat swollen cock, slicing through the soft pink flesh of her pussy in search of that sweet spot deep inside her that give us both such great pleasure.
I gritted my teeth and held off when I felt the sap rising in my nuts. That’s another thing, her hot pregnant cunt makes me shoot too soon way too often. I never knew pregnant pussy could be this good. There’s a whole new feel and texture to it now with the baby in her, something the doc had never explained. I’m not complaining; the shit’s amazing. The only thing is controlling myself when I’m in her.
My hand looked massive as it rested atop her stretched tummy and I could feel the baby rolling around in there; nosy like her grandmother. Nessa’s face was in repose, jaw slack, mouth wide open as she tried to breathe. “You doing okay buttercup?” She nodded and turned her head to look at me.
“Uh-huh keep going.” Right!
4
I’m in the kitchen taking care of her other hunger. Now that she’d fucked herself out, it was time to feed her. After taking her again we’d gotten cleaned up in the shower. This time I was able to keep it down to a couple feels while I washed her and nothing more, before wrapping her in my robe and pulling her along with me.
She sat at the kitchen island sipping her juice and yammering away at me while I put something together for dinner. I was amazed that she wasn’t spazzing out over missing lunch. Usually she gets fretful and out of sorts if she doesn’t eat, but I guess being so full of dick she forgot to be hungry.
“Did you buy it?” I added pasta to the boiling water and listened as she told me about the latest thing she’d seen for the little one. She took a sip of juice and lowered her glass before giving me an answer. “No, it was too much.” I stopped with my hand over the pot, the last handful of pasta ready to go in. “What do you mean? What did I tell you about that?” I glowered at her and she shrunk back in her seat.
“I know, but, it seems so wasteful to pay that much money for a stroller. Though Cami says it’s the best on the market.” Cami was her friend who was the complete opposite of my girl. Cam was boisterous, outgoing and full of piss and vinegar. She’s also the one who gets my wife into more shit than a little bit.
I like her though, because from what I’ve seen she’s a true friend. Other than Nessa’s mother and I, Cami seems to be the only person in her life who ever saw her real beauty. They’re good for each other, because
as much trouble as Cami can scare up, my level headed buttercup keeps that nut in its shell.
“Well, if Cam says it’s the best there you have it.” Apparently Cami’s an expert on everything under the sun. Who am I to argue? She looked skeptical and I made up my mind that if she didn’t go get this stroller I’ll just have Cami pick it up, no worries. But I want her to feel free to spend my money. Something she still has a hard time doing after six and a half months of marriage.
I thought for sure she’d go hog wild with the new credit cards I gave her, but so far she’s only spent a pittance and most of it on the baby, or myself. If I want her to have something I have to be the one to get it. She’s the only woman I’ve ever wanted to spend my money and yet she refuse to. Where others in the past of lesser value had tried to break the fucking bank.
No, I have to put my foot down. Maybe this is part of the problem. Why she still acts like she’s an outsider looking in. Or just a phase that I’m gonna outgrow or some shit. “Baby, you saw this stroller?” She nodded and I could see the excitement in her eyes. She’s my own little enigma. A diamond necklace would get the same response.
“And you did your research?” Another nod before she launched into all the attributes of the latest high tech baby carriage and all the bells and whistles it came with. I listened to her go on and on as if trying to sell me on it. “So with all that, why didn’t you get it again?”
“It’s so expensive Sam. I would feel wasteful doing it. She’s only gonna use it for a year or two tops.” Now she gave me all the reasons why she didn’t think it was a good idea. It all had to do with her guilt over being suddenly wealthy I think. As with everything else, I knew I had to take my time and walk her through it, or better yet let her talk herself into it. It’s the only way she’d ever get over this hang-up of hers.
“Did you love it baby? Did you take pictures?” I know her like the palm of my hand. She almost flew off the damn stool to go fetch her phone. I went back to my cooking, already knowing she was getting whatever the hell it was she was about to show me if I had to go to the damn store myself.
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