Pregnant & Lush: Sam

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.