Learning to Love My [F] Pregnancy Breasts

I need to talk about my breasts. I know my husband has an obsession with my backside which means my breasts are barely talked about. But I think I always had a nice pair. Unlike my butt they didn’t look over-the-top when compared to my short figure. I was a C-D cup (although guys the cup size isn’t a perfect indicator!) and I was happy with them. I liked to have them played with. And to have them sucked on. I never had orgasms just from breast simulation but I thought that was a lie by magazines! And my breasts and I still had a great relationship!

And then I got pregnant. And then I hated my breasts.

The first trimester was strangely the worst. They felt heavy and swollen. All the time. Showering in the morning, sore. Working during the day, sore. Watching television in the evening? Fucking sore. I hated them. It was partly because of that that Mark and I’s sex life fell off a cliff. The redheaded freak sharing stories with you didn’t like sex anymore! I felt uncomfortable all the time. I was tired. Nothing turned me on. Mark was such a sweetie. He went from cramming in sex three times a day to get pregnant to getting a sympathy handjob or blowjob once a week. I felt bad. Which made it worse! Guilt is not a good turn on!

However as the second trimester came and a baby bump started to peak out something changed. I honestly don’t know if it was just because I got used to the discomfort that it stopped bothering me. Or if it genuinely got better. But it did. And our sex life exploded back into action in a very memorable way. It was the weekend. A lazy day where we didn’t have to work. Mark was already up and doing something in the apartment. I crawled out of bed, had a shower and then went to get dressed. Over the last couple of weeks I had lost the battle with my bras. I got cheap ugly ones for a bigger cup size (I had gone up two!). But today I didn’t want to wear them. Instead I pulled on shorts and a tank top and went out to have breakfast.

I’m sure Mark must have realized my breasts were bigger before this. He had seen them before. But there was something about that day which broke him. He just stared. Like he was frozen. Maybe it was just being braless in a tank top, my breasts pushing against the fabric, my little baby bump hanging out of the bottom of the top. I’m not saying I was now like Christina Hendricks. But at the very least Kate Upton would struggle against my breasts now. I don’t know why but seeing him staring. Feeling like a sexual being again. It turned me on. I walked over to him and gave him a big kiss. I asked him if he liked my big breasts and he said yes. He asked very tentatively if he could touch them. I said I would do him one better. He could fuck them.

We had tittyfucked before. But usually if we were doing something like that Mark preferred to slide his cock between my buttcheeks, not my breasts. Today he was eager for a change. In the blink of an eye he was sitting on the couch. I was kneeling between his legs. My tank top was on the floor. My big pregnant breasts were wrapped around his cock. I realized we should have got some lotion but Mark was thrilled anyway. He eagerly moved his hips, sliding his cock up and down between my breasts. I reached down to squeeze them tighter around him. And I realized that it felt good. Really good. Almost shyly, like I was afraid of getting caught by my husband, my palms brushed against my nipples and I had to swallow back moans. I got so caught up in exploring my own pleasure that I didn’t notice Mark’s hips moving quicker. Or heard his grunt. But I felt his warm sticky cum all over my breasts and my neck as he finished. He had a goofy satisfied smile on his face and then apologized for the mess and offered to shower me off. A girl isn’t going to say no to that.

So we ended up in the shower, naked, feeling happier than we had been in months and Mark starts soaping up my breasts. And it feels amazing! My own hands had felt good but this was something help. Mark looks at me funny as I moan out and I just beg him to keep going. So he gently but eagerly starts to play with my breasts. He squeezes and massages them. He cups them. My moans are urging him on. And then he starts playing with my nipples. Oh my God! They’re so sensitive! My whole body is shaking it feels so good. I beg him not to stop. He teases them, rolling my nipples between his fingers. And I orgasm. Right there and then. From having my breasts played with. We are both shocked. This has never happened before. But by the time I recover Mark is staring at me hungrily, his erection pointing straight at me and my pussy is soaked and ready. We get out of the shower before it can wash away my wetness and he bends me over the bathroom sink, our skin still wet, and fucks me for the first time in months. It feels incredibly. We stare at each other in the mirror as he fucks me. Our faces scrunched up in pleasure. His hips slapping against my butt. Neither of us last long.

But the magic has happened and my sex drive is reignited. For the rest of my pregnancy I’m my horny perverted self again. Mark gets plenty of tittyfucking action. We end up having a lot of cowgirl sex so he can play with my breasts as we fuck. The orgasms are incredibly. And then I give birth and slowly my breasts return back to something close to their normal size and life goes back to normal (it doesn’t. There’s now a small baby causing havoc!)

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/o3sinu/learning_to_love_my_f_pregnancy_breasts