Released today on Amazon.com, my new short story, "Oiling Up My Pregnant Wife's Big Belly." It's available worldwide, so if you can't use the US link, search my name, Mike Kokadjo.
Here's a free preview. If you'd like more, as a special gift to everyone at Preggophilia, you can DM me for a longer excerpt:
It’s true. I have a major thing now for fucking my pregnant wife, for playing with her huge belly, and for cumming hard in her.
And on her.
We didn’t discover that kink until she was somewhere between seven and eight months along. She was still horny, but she also got tired in seconds flat.
Flat. Seconds are the only thing flat about my wife when she’s in the last trimester. Her tits are enormous, heavy, with darkening areolas and stiff nipples. Her belly is firm, round, full and smooth. Her thighs have filled out a bit — no, don’t get me wrong, her thighs look great and I love them both — and she has soft, smooth skin around her shoulders, calves, everywhere.
For some reason — she claims pregnancy hormones, but I don’t know — even her lips look fuller and rounder. I love kissing her. I love watching my cock slide past her pouty, plush lips.
I love watching my cock come in contact with any part of my pregnant wife. But anyway, when she was maybe 7 ½ months along, she sat like a little Buddha statue on the edge of the bed and was sucking my cock, leaning forward to take me into her warm, inviting mouth. Then I climbed up on the bed and stood, so she didn’t have to bend forward over her vast, expansive tummy.
I felt myself about to cum, and then I felt myself teeter on the bed, and I accidentally pulled out of her mouth just as I was cumming. I spurted all over her face, all over her huge tits, and then all over her belly.
At first she was surprised. She’s never been a fan of taking a facial. She told me once that would be our secret way of punishing her if she ever got out of line. Yes, that was an odd thing to say, but maybe all couples have some tiny, interior rules like that.
But she flinched only once and then reached up and wrapped her hand around my cock and stroked me. Then her other hand came up to tuck under my balls and she massaged them very gently.
And I kept cumming, all over her belly. I usually spurt about four times. Because I had been fucking her six times a day recently, my shots were down to two or three, just piddling little cums.
Here's a free preview. If you'd like more, as a special gift to everyone at Preggophilia, you can DM me for a longer excerpt:
It’s true. I have a major thing now for fucking my pregnant wife, for playing with her huge belly, and for cumming hard in her.
And on her.
We didn’t discover that kink until she was somewhere between seven and eight months along. She was still horny, but she also got tired in seconds flat.
Flat. Seconds are the only thing flat about my wife when she’s in the last trimester. Her tits are enormous, heavy, with darkening areolas and stiff nipples. Her belly is firm, round, full and smooth. Her thighs have filled out a bit — no, don’t get me wrong, her thighs look great and I love them both — and she has soft, smooth skin around her shoulders, calves, everywhere.
For some reason — she claims pregnancy hormones, but I don’t know — even her lips look fuller and rounder. I love kissing her. I love watching my cock slide past her pouty, plush lips.
I love watching my cock come in contact with any part of my pregnant wife. But anyway, when she was maybe 7 ½ months along, she sat like a little Buddha statue on the edge of the bed and was sucking my cock, leaning forward to take me into her warm, inviting mouth. Then I climbed up on the bed and stood, so she didn’t have to bend forward over her vast, expansive tummy.
I felt myself about to cum, and then I felt myself teeter on the bed, and I accidentally pulled out of her mouth just as I was cumming. I spurted all over her face, all over her huge tits, and then all over her belly.
At first she was surprised. She’s never been a fan of taking a facial. She told me once that would be our secret way of punishing her if she ever got out of line. Yes, that was an odd thing to say, but maybe all couples have some tiny, interior rules like that.
But she flinched only once and then reached up and wrapped her hand around my cock and stroked me. Then her other hand came up to tuck under my balls and she massaged them very gently.
And I kept cumming, all over her belly. I usually spurt about four times. Because I had been fucking her six times a day recently, my shots were down to two or three, just piddling little cums.
