Emily stepped into the waiting room of the obstetrician, I couldn’t help but smile. Her walk had been transferred to some what of a waddle and her discomfort was clearly evident. But despite this discomfort her stepping into the room lit it up. Emily had a glow to her even before she was pregnant but pregnancy gave her skin a shimmer and amplified every thing that was beautiful about her. Her shirt stretched over her belly and caressed the curves that she wore with real beauty. Her breasts were full and the little bit of cleavage she was showing was subtle but all so sexy. The blue veins were at the ready on the surface of her silky skin to carry milk to our soon to arrive little girl.
She sat herself next to me and returned the playful smile and rested her hand on my thigh. It was warm and slightly damp after her trip to the bathroom. Our little girl seemed to not care about her short mother’s diminutive stature. It seemed that she was going to pop out and be ready for the first grade. The size difference between Emily and myself was always something that brought a smile to us and our friends. It was definitely a situation of opposites attract and we both enjoyed the disparity.
The receptionist called us in and I helped Emily to her feet. We moved towards the doctor’s examination room slowly. Emily with her waddle and me with the pride of knowing that the woman on my arm was the most radiant and beautiful creature I had ever seen. The examination by Dr. Winter was over in a few moments the focus was all on Emily naturally and there were so many large words being thrown around that I must confess that I didn’t hear much.
Towards the end of the session though Dr. Winter looked to me and said, “You are aware that the baby is due any time now and should have actually been here by now?”
“Yes of course.” I found myself nodding like a buffoon. I really hope I didn’t look that clueless.
“What are you doing to help Emily to deliver this baby?” This question was fired as though it was armed and ready and was followed with a small smirk from Dr. Winter.
“I have been doing the cooking and house work, I have also…..” My response was cut short by a knowing nod from Dr. Winter and a raised hand.
“What I mean is that some fornication will really help Emily to deliver this baby sooner and ease her discomfort.” I glanced over at Emily who was turning slightly pink at the doctor’s suggestion. As this was our first baby we were being very careful. I had not touched Emily in a sexual way since we found out that she was expecting. This had been extremely tough considering her new curves and her increased radiance.
The rest of the conversation went around Dr. Winter giving advice on how to go about it. Emily and I were too embarrassed and I feel like we both zoned out until Dr. Winter said his good-byes. The rest of the day seemed to scream by at break neck speed, Emily generally taking things slow on account of being too uncomfortable to do very much and me helping her to go to the bathroom every few minutes because it seemed that our little girl took great fun kicking her mother in the bladder.
As the evening set in, Emily and I had not spoken about the advice given by Dr. Winter. I think the awkwardness of hearing an old retiring prune telling you how to enjoy your wife was too much to recollect so soon. I climbed into bed as usual reading my book and heard Emily busy in the bathroom. The sound of her toothbrush a familiar sound in her evening routine but when I heard the spray of her perfume I knew something was different.
Emily stepped into the room 5 seconds later wearing only her pink lace bra. “I couldn’t get the panty up.” She giggled as she flung the pink lace thong at me. I sat upright in our bed speechless just staring at her. It must have been a few seconds but I wanted that moment to last forever. The dim bedroom light bounced off her and gave her skin a bronze like shimmer. Her hair was tied firmly in the characteristically Emily way, her smile was inviting, warm and loving, something that I have adored from the moment we had our very first video call. Her breasts were full, and firm and were being cupped by the pink lace. Her baby bump stood out proud and large, her hips wide announcing her fertility. Her lower half was bare and she stood with a marked sense of unease unsure if I was finding her offer attractive.
I managed to break my stare and pull my mouth closed. I shuffled to the end of the bed so that I could close the space between us. I sat infront of her with her head slightly higher than mine. I softly kissed the upper round of her belly. I placed my hands alongside my face, on her delicate skin, and slowly slid them outwards towards her backside. Feeling the little bumps, tiger stripes and stretch marks that now etched themselves on Emily’s body made her so much more desirable. My long arms were just about able to reach all the way around her and grabbed a firm hold of her naked buttocks. I looked up into her eyes with a glint of a tear in mine, proud, excited and hungry for her.
“Water?” I whispered.
“Water.” She replied with a gentle nod. This was the safe word that we had used all so long ago when things got a little bit rough and she needed me to stop.
My hands found a firmer grip on Emily’s pale buttocks, sinking my fingers into the rounded flesh I pulled her nearer to me. She took a step closer between my parted legs as my eyes drifted from hers to her full breasts. Emily always had wonderful breasts but pregnancy filled them to the point where often I found myself aimlessly gawking at them half entranced. The desire to enjoy them was something that I had been suppressing until now and the encouragement from Dr. Winter.
Emily read my mind and reached around to undo the pink lace bra. I am sure that the bra fell to the floor, but as soon as Emily’s breasts were exposed and her enlarged pink nipples filled my vision everything else fell out of focus. Instinctively my mouth rushed for her left breast. My mouth opened wide in an attempt to take in her entire areola. Emily gave a quiet wince as I started sucking on her pink swollen flesh. I could feel her hand up in my hair pressing my head further towards her. Her other hand resting on my shoulder. I could also feel her buttocks clenching in my grasp pressing herself forward towards me.
My excitement was building as the taboo walls that my Emily and I had built over the last 9 months came tumbling down. Small amounts of milk was starting to trickle into my mouth as a welcomed surprise. This encouraged me to suck harder and the room burst into a moment of sound as Emily whinced again this time even louder.
I released my right hand off her buttock, sure that my tight grip had left a pink handprint on her white skin. My palm flat and fingers together I reached for Emily’s pussy. The sides of my fingers glanced at her inner thigh on their way and the smooth, wet feeling made it clear that she was excited about me sucking on her breasts and what was to come. I touched her labia slowly at first, her big lips were warm, slippery, swollen and soaked. I could feel her giggling half embarrassed by the mess transpiring between her legs. The giggles had its effect on me, my sucking stepped up a notch. Sucking harder on her nipples so as to pull more whines out of her along with the sweet milk, and my hand was now firmly pressed against her pussy’s opening. Fast backwards and forwards movements making her rock to and fro supported by my second hand still firmly gripping her ass.
The winces and whines filled the room more regularly now, in addition the sound of her squelching juices from between her thighs added to the chorus. My penis was now hammering at my boxers in an attempt to get my attention and to be involved in the action. I tried to cast my mind back to the wise words of Dr. Winter and how to make this all work seamlessly but right now my mind couldn’t focus on anything other than my Emily.
I released my mouth from Emily’s breast and the sight of milk dribbling from her nipple and the blue veins brought to the surface of the skin did the impossible of heightening my excitement even further. Releasing my grips I eased Emily to the edge of the bed as I rose to my feet. She looked at me steel eyed and commanded, “Do not go gentle on me.”
This uttering latched onto a primal part of my brain and all logic and care seemed to abandon. I pushed Emily’s back and she bumped against the bottom edge of the bed. As I lowered my boxers she raised herself onto her knees on our firm bed and placed her face flat against the plain blue sheets. She positioned herself at a height that perfectly matched me standing behind. This seemed to be an intuitive muscle memory from a time before our baby bump. My primal brain was still in high gear as I grabbed a firm hold of Emily’s wrists one in either hand and pulled on them. My large hands always seemed gigantic around Emily’s wrists.
“Ahhhhhhh!” The sharp pull of her arms pressed the sound out of Julia’s beautiful mouth to shatter the silence that momentarily settled in the room. My hard shaft honed in on its warm and wet target and pierced through the tightly pressed lips pushing out an unexpected groan from my own mouth. Using Emily’s arms as leverage to get my entire shaft deep inside of her I thrust over and over. The silence of the room was now history, the room rang with the sound of my bare skin slapping against Emily’s ass in rhythm with her guttural groans.
In need of more leverage I let go of Emily’s wrist and moved into a semi bent over position. My hand wrapped her throat and I tensed my grip. Her face turned up towards our head board opposite to me, staring ahead and now crying out loudly, her face turning a dull red. My grip released and Emily gasped for air with her face quickly changing shade back to its original colour. She was looking back at me over her shoulder trying to see where my shaft was thrusting deep into her over and over.
“Are you okay?” I paused to asked.
“Shut up, and FUCK me!” The response from Emily was raw, yet exhausted and excited. Her response again reached into me and found the primal part of my love for her and my hand once again found her throat. Squeezing until her free hand pulled my hulking grip off her neck. Her pussy was enjoying the attention at it did that thing I love where it seems to shape perfectly around my cock and each push presses on my cock in just the right way. Each thrust felt better than the last and as I drifted into euphoria I could feel her fighting my grip to release her throat.
I leaned over further and used both my hands to get a firm grip on her breasts. Squeezing them firmly caused Emily to spasm, her moans became spastic and loud. Every hair on her body raised to cause her skin to burst into goose flesh. The constrictions of the inner wall of Emily’s pussy and the feeling of Emily’s tightly cupped breasts were too much for my excitement to handle. The pressure built hurriedly at the stem of my shaft and I could feel the hot warm cum rocket up through my shaft into Emily. My loud groans forming a gutteral harmony with Emily’s cries. Each push seemed to unlock more and more white thick cum delivering it deep inside Emily squirting up onto her cervix.
The final push dripped the last of the cum into her as we both heaved to get our breath back. My head now rested against Emily’s back listening to her heart pounding in an attempt to keep up with the requirements of her and our daughter. “I love you so much” I could hear her whisper in a raspy voice.
“I love you too my Emily.”
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