Your wife has been housing your baby girl in her womb for 32 weeks now. And she’s exhausted.
Nothing fits. Her outfits now mostly consist of a pair of boxer shorts and one of your old t-shirts, and even those don’t fully cover the bump. The only shoes she can wear are slip ons, unless you’re around to tie her sneakers for her. She’s got nonstop cravings, mostly consisting of dill pickles & salt and vinegar chips dipped in peanut butter. She grunts every time she has to sit down, whimpers whenever she has to awkwardly shift in bed to support her big belly. It’s just…uncomfortable.
And you can tell she’s feeling self conscious. Wants to see her friends less, would prefer to shop online than take a drive downtown. She’s even started covering herself up around you, barely wanting to get changed in the same room anymore.
But you just don’t know why she doesn’t see how captivating she truly is.
She’s got a gorgeous natural blush in her cheeks. You’ve always loved how cute and full her cheeks were when she smiles, but now they’re a bit puffier. Her skin is like glass, just purely radiant and free of the blemishes that used to drive her insane. Even her hair is like silk, growing longer every day. Makes it so fun to pull on when you’re fucking her. You’re sitting at the edge of your bed, facing the giant mirror you bought for your wall when she walks in, wearing nothing but soft cotton panties and a loose tank top. You practically drool at the sight of her.
“C’mere. Wanna show you something. Come take a seat.”
She lets out a sigh and throws her head back, preparing for the pep talk she gets every day from you and her friends. She just isn’t feeling like herself. She obeys you, though, and waddles over to sit between your legs, positioning herself so that you can both see each other in the mirror.
Your hands immediately go to her belly and start rubbing soothing circles on where her hips are sinking from the sheer weight of the little girl you two made.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. You know that? Giving me the greatest gift ever.”
She chuckles, but rolls her eyes. She does love the way your hands feel on her though, and you can feel the tension in her start to loosen up as she leans back to put her head on your shoulder.
“I’m serious. God, it takes all my willpower to not get rock hard every time I look at you. Knowing I did that to you…knowing I’m the reason you can barely catch your breath when you walk. Gets me so worked up baby girl.”
She’s getting turned on by your words. Her hips start to grind down on your cock, begging for friction on her core.
“Fuck—I know, babe. I love growing our girl for us. Just wish I remembered what it was like to not feel so huge.”
“I want you to remember this. Every time you feel like you’re not the most beautiful girl in the world— I want you to remember how hard I get for you. Want you to think about how you’re the only woman that’s ever going to get my cum. You’re the only one I want having my babies. You’re so special, angel, can never let you forget that.”
After that—she’s had enough of her pussy being empty now. She unzips your shorts and pulls them and your boxers down at lightning speed. You swear you see stars when she grabs your cock and rubs it between her folds a few times before finally sinking onto it with some assistance from you. She holds your knees to keep her steady, slowly rocking back and forth to bring you deep inside. You make eye contact in the mirror in front of you, absolutely lost in the feeling of being wrapped up in each other.
“Fuuuck me. I take you so well don’t I? Don’t I look so pretty full of your baby and bouncing on top of you?”
“More than pretty baby. Ethereal. Such a good girl. Such a good baby mama too. Don’t stop looking at yourself in the mirror. Want you to look in my eyes as you watch me fuck you.”
Both of your coils snap before either of you would like to admit. No better feeling in the world than releasing deep inside the love of your life. It’s obviously not the first time.
And it’s not even close to being the last.
