It’s early, maybe 7:30-8. For us, that’s early. I probably didn’t knock out until close to 2 and Mrs. EH even later. She’s always been a night owl. Especially when she has her programs to catch up on. I fall asleep…she goes and watches TV.
But now it’s morning. The sun is bright and creeps around the shade. When we first moved in here, an apartment with an eastern exposure, the sun would rise in the morning and come beaming into our faces, guaranteeing both a feeling of excessive heat, and the impossibility of sleep. Even with the shade, it’s enough to light the room. I’ve not yet put on my glasses as I lie here—my wife is but a blur next to me.
Mrs. EH is a restless sleeper. During the night she seems to have kicked the covers down and twisted around her night shirt, an old Mets tee that I bought her, ages ago, when she was Miss Somethingelse. It’s creeped up her torso, leaving that belly exposed. I’ve always enjoyed this part of her and never more than now, since she’s pregnant.
It’s not so obvious yet. It is for us, though. If I put my hand around her belly button, I can feel that telltale firmness of a growing womb. Bubbling up inside her as our baby grows. At 14 weeks, it’s nothing more than that. Soon, it will grow massive.
Mrs. EH is lying on her back in full snooze mode. But I can’t resist the belly. It should not come as a surprise to anyone that all it takes to get me going is to put my hands on it. Mrs. EH finds this endlessly amusing. “You’re too easy,” she says to me. If I wrap my arms around her and rub her tummy, sometimes I’ll make my hands wide and slowly expand them outward, mimicking the growth that she’ll experience over the coming months. That’s a turn-on, too.
I can’t help it. I lean over and begin kissing her tummy. I’ve been doing this ever since we found out she was pregnant. Yes, it’s a turn on. But the combination of the fetish I have and the emotional rush that we are both experiencing after waiting so long for this to happen heightens that feeling of intensity.
I’m intermittently softly kissing and rubbing her tummy as she gently stirs. I know she’s up because she starts running her hand through my hair. “Love you,” she mumbles, groggily.
“I love you too,” I say. I start to pull back, thinking she’s going to get up.
“More more,” she says, softly.
I move my face back to her tummy. I know we’re going to have an active baby—she’s plenty active already. At our most recent ultrasound, we could see her waving, spinning around, doing all sorts of things. But she’s not big enough to be felt just yet. That will come, soon. I think about that day, when I’ll put my face up against my wife’s belly and feel that movement for myself. It’s exciting in more ways than I could possibly explain.
That excitement can sometimes get the better of me. Like right now. I reach down with my left hand and begin to gently massage between her legs. The palm of my hand presses against her vagina with the slightest amount of pressure.
“You’re in the mood already?” she asks.
The shirt comes off completely and she tosses it on the floor. Her breasts, which were always pretty big, have really swelled up. She was a D to begin with. Now…I don’t know. But her bras don’t fit well, she says. And her nipples are now constantly pointy and have a definitively darker hue to them. And they’re super sensitive. So much so that I have to be careful. A side effect of pregnancy.
“Will you love my tummy like this when I get bigger?” she asks. As if this were up for questioning.
I’ve begun to massage her vagina a bit more intently, sliding a couple of fingers around her lips a few times, then inside her. I intermittently slide my fingers around her clitoris, then deeper inside her. In, then out. In, then out. In then out. She begins to breathe heavily and moan softly. Her tummy rises and falls quickly and I nibble on it, still thinking about the sort of movements it will make when it becomes a full-on baby belly.
That continued thought makes me rub her with a quicker pace and sharper intensity. I kiss her neck some more and intermittently bite her earlobe as she pushes her butt back against me. I feel her reach behind herself. Her fingers wrap around my cock and she begins stroking, all the while breathlessly telling me not to stop.
But this morning, I’m feeling some sort of way. I move her hand off me and roll her on her back. I pull her legs apart and lower my head as she repeatedly says “yes.” I spread her vagina wide with my thumbs, exposing her clit. I knife my tongue against it in a variety of directions and motions. She begins to shiver and buck while moaning loudly. Her legs flex outward as she cums, her thighs squeezing against my head.
I lift my head up, licking a line up her pelvis, over her tummy and across her right breast. She shivers and puts her hand on me. Not yet. Soon, though. For now, a different job to finish.
I’ve kissed up to her face, and I rise up and kneel in between her legs. I begin to circle the rim of her vagina with my cock, holding it with my hand as I draw it slowly up one side, then hard on her clit, then down the other. Back and forth for a moment. I look down at her as I pause, then quickly insert myself inside her. I drop down in a plank position as I thrust, beginning in long, slow strokes, a quick push at the end just so my pelvis mashes up against hers. She’s always loved that little jolt at the end.
I lean down and begin kissing her neck. She’s moaning assorted words. “Yes…fuck…please…harder…” as I begin to change my thrust from long and slow to short and quick. Another thing she enjoys. It requires a few minutes to work up to it, but she loves when I really ram into her but good. She smacks my ass, holding her hand on my left cheek and squeezing it hard. I respond by kissing her hard on the lips, my tongue diving deep into her mouth. I release back, gently biting her lower lip as I come up.
“You gonna fuck me like this when I’m huge and round?” she asks. “Are you gonna touch me all over?”
“Yes…” I say breathlessly, “you’ll have to be on top, though.”
A thought I’ve had often. Early in our relationship, I preferred her on top of me. That’s changed over time. Now, we do it more with me on top, or behind her. But that won’t work when she’s big. That time is coming soon. I hold that idea in my mind as I lean upward, my hands sliding down to her tummy. I grip onto her and squeeze, gently.
“Yes…,” she whispers, “squeeze my stomach…think of me growing so huge for you…”
As if I needed the extra motivation. I’m already about to explode inside her.
I reach out and grab her wrists, stretching them wide and holding them down. She smiles. Another one of her favorites, me controlling her and forcibly holding her down. She’s shut her eyes tight and is only moaning wordlessly. I lean forward and begin to lick her neck, continuously pounding inside her. Her body begins to softly rumble as an orgasm rolls through her, as though she’d experienced her own little earthquake. Just as quickly, it slows, then stops.
I think back a couple of weeks to an incident where she accosted me in the shower. Took me by surprise as she rubbed my cock on her soapy tummy until I came all over it. “How will that be three or four months from now?” I think as I burst, shooting a full, fetish-enhanced load inside her. I grunt hard, as I often do when I cum, continuing to thrust until I’m certain every drop has released itself. I relax, lowering myself on top of her as we kiss.
“I love you too,” I say, kissing her.
She makes some silly, Mrs. EH-type noises that we often make to one another, in our weird couples language. After a few moments, I roll off her and onto my back. I pat her tummy as I get up and go to the bathroom. I return and lie back next to her.
“You want to get Starbucks?” She says as she pats her stomach. “For your love? And your other love?”
Our Saturday is already off to a nice start.
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