It was just late enough that I could probably fall asleep quickly if my head hit my pillow. I peeled off my last white sock and began flapping and rolling back the big blanket on our twin sized bed. Standing in just my briefs, it was hard to hide my physical excitement when my wife walked in to the bedroom. She’d just gotten back from brushing her teeth, so her lips had a small twinge of wetness to them. Her hair was its usual dirty blonde that hung down just below her ears, but a long day of work made it messy and playful. But immediate in my mind was her pronounced pregnance.

At this point, Jenna is 36 weeks pregnant – 37 starting tomorrow. She was already near full term, but she looked overdue with twins. A big white cotton t-shirt was stretched over her perfectly round belly that stuck out about a foot and a half from her body. Not to be outdone, her massive breasts pressed tightly against her shirt’s fabric, and I could see a great outline of her nipples and her popped-out navel.

Jenna made eye contact with me and threw me a devilish smile as she walked around to her side of the bed, her gait careful and sexy. She gripped the blanket with me and we both slid into bed. We lay face-to-face, both of our eyes heavy. Jenna’s belly pressed against my bare skin. I wasn’t sure whose size was to blame: the bed’s or her belly’s. The first time her belly accidentally bumped into me in bed, Jenna and I both retreated to our sides of the bed, embarrassed. But as we got more comfortable with it, and as Jenna’s changing size made accepting this arraignment a necessity, we started to drink in the sensation of our bodies making contact. Sometimes, if we felt a little flirty, we’d even press against each other’s bodies, making the contact with the belly even more intimate.

When Jenna and I first started dating, we were anxious wrecks. The first time I even asked Jenna out, our faces were bright red. I remember we got dinner at some horrible Italian-style grill and sports bar. We left pretty quickly and ended up walking through a small park at night. Neither of us talked very much during our walk and my knees shook madly the entire time. Eventually we found a little old bench near a lamppost and got it in our minds to sit down. I probably sat about a foot away from Jenna, both of us looking away from each other. When we met glances, we’d smile and scoot a little closer together. Eventually we were right up against one another and Jenna rested her head on my shoulder, and I put my head on top of hers. We sat there for at least an hour, not saying anything. I turned her arm over and gently stroking her cool, pink skin with the very tips of my fingerprints.

After more dates and more interactions, we’d really warmed up to one another, even though we still acted completely insecure. We probably drove our friends crazy. But with Jenna and I, all it took was us trying something together and we ended up loving it. We’d stay up all night talking and laughing, going out to parties and events and taking long walks together. But the first time we tried anything together always started out a little rocky.

Case-in-point, the first time we ever had sex. We got undressed shyly, with both of us turning our backs to one another. It was actually our first time for both of us, which made the situation that much more nerve-wracking. But when we lay down together, we started to drift into each other’s eyes and start kissing tenderly. That led into what ended up being a great night for both of us.

Like everything else, we really warmed up to each other’s bodies and Jenna and I had pretty regular sex. What was really unexpected was Jenna’s creativity in bed. She wasn’t suppressed emotionally, but sex was a really great outlet for her to try lots of wild and fun things. Sometimes Jenna would get worried that we were getting too weird and she’d go back to being embarrassed and shy. She was always adorable when she got like this, so it didn’t really ruin the night for me.

Once when she got especially timid that something she tried during sex was too strange, I had to get Jenna out of her shell by admitting my biggest sexual secret: I was hopelessly turned on by pregnant women. So, it turned out, was she. And pregnancy ended up being a big element to our foreplay in the bedroom. Whenever we’d see a sexy pregnant woman out in the world, we’d turn to each other and flash a naughty look, sometimes even a quick tickle. And since Jenna got pregnant, especially with how big she’d gotten, we have had a lot of fun in bed.

So as we were laying in bed, face-to-face, belly-to-belly, we traced each other’s bodies with our fingers. Eventually our hands came to rest in each other’s hair and we embraced for a quick kiss. A kiss that was actually much quicker than I was expecting. I opened my eyes to find Jenna placing a finger on my lips, giving me a mysterious smile and a raised eyebrow.

“Your birthday’s a week from tomorrow, isn’t it Rob?” Jenna said.

“Yes it is. Do you have something to reveal?” I asked, starting to smile back as well. We tried to make it a tradition, since we’ve known each other, to give one another a special sexual encounter as part of our birthdays. We would take one another on some kind of unique or unusual sexual adventure. Mine are usually fairly bland, to be honest, but Jenna thrives at this kind of thing. Taking me to have sex in a field, giving me a lap dance, letting me eat and have sex at the same time. Jenna always comes up with something great.

“I think this year, I’m really going to blow you away,” she said, smiling even more devilishly. I reached my hand for one of her fantastic breasts, as she took my hand and gently held it. Just as I was about to make contact, Jenna stopped my hand by holding it in a tight fist. “Which is why it’s going to be all the more special if I build it up and make you wait.”

“You can be very hard to love sometimes,” I said, starting to laugh a little with disappointment. Jenna stuck her tongue out at me and gave me a little Eskimo kiss.

“Goodnight Rob,” she said, turning over and flipping off the lamp. With nothing else to do, I turned over and fell asleep as well.

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The next morning I slipped out of bed, showered, got dressed, the usual. Jenna had been sleeping a lot more lately and I figure it’s probably good for her health at this time. She’d just started her maternity leave so she didn’t have anywhere to go or any reason to get up as early as me.

At work, I got a text from Jenna around lunchtime. “Don’t open your letter until after work” was all it said.

Checking my mail for the day, sure enough, I had a small letter, about the size of a birthday card, which is what I figured it was. TO: ROB FROM: JENNA was written on the front of the envelope. I started to daydream about what Jenna might have in store for me on my birthday and I got distracted from my work. Hunkering back down, I tried not to think about Jenna or the letter for the rest of the day, but obviously her and her magnificent curves kept coming back to me.

Getting off of the metro, I started walking back to our apartment when I felt a small bulge in my work bag. It was Jenna’s letter, which I forgot to open. Ripping the envelope, I saw that inside was, in fact, a birthday card. Tossing the envelope in a recycling bin I happened to pass by, I read the card as I made it to my apartment building’s front door.

“Rob, I’ve never felt more sexy than I do right now. So big and round, my skin and boobs so sensitive to the touch. I love it when you hold me, when you kiss me, when you fuck me. And I know you love it too. I know when you look at me you want to throw me down and pump me full of cum again. You love the shape and feel of my big, swollen, sexy belly.

So this year’s birthday surprise is going to be a lot different than all the other ones, and a lot more special too. Every day this week, ending on your birthday, I’m going to role-play as one of the Seven Deadly Sins. Because that one big thing we have in common: doing the wrong thing turns us on, doesn’t it? Tonight will be Gluttony. See you then <3

And if you’re one of Rob’s co-workers and you’re reading this: FUCK YOU. We’re married and we can do what we want.”

I laughed a little at the last line, but otherwise, my body was shaking with excitement. Jenna seems to have outdone herself this year. I made it to our apartment’s door and gave three loud knocks on the door. Something made me think she needed time to get ready. After waiting about ten seconds, I opened the door and walked in.
Not seeing Jenna, I walked over to the couch in the main space of the apartment and put my stuff down and began taking off my shoes.

“Oh good, you’re here,” I heard in a throaty, monotone voice.

I looked up to see Jenna standing in the doorway, wearing nothing but a bra and panties. Her bare belly gleamed in the light, a perfect warm, creamy color. Her skin always glowed while she’d been pregnant, but today it looked like she’d rubbed some kind of oil over herself. Jenna walked toward me, rubbing her belly with one hand while licking the fingers on her other hand. Each was covered in thick chocolate syrup.

“Mmm, so sweet,” she moaned, gripping her lips around her ring finger and slowly sliding it back and forth in her mouth, making eye contact with me the entire time. Every now and then her lips would open and she’d run her tongue down the finger, wrapping around it like a snake. She moved from finger to finger doing this, until only her pinky remained.

“Here, try it,” she whispered, sitting on my lap. Her belly pressed firmly against me as she held my shoulder with one hand and offered me her chocolate pinky with the other. I placed it in my mouth and gently ran it against the wet part of my lip. Jenna’s back arched as she exhaled slightly. I repeated the action, mimicking her tongue as I licked Jenna’s little finger daintily.

When her finger was clean, Jenna pressed her face close to me and started giving my cheeks deep, wet kisses. She was wearing a pink lip gloss that gave off a strong but erotic smell of fruits.

“I’m still hungry,” she said, taking my hand. Jenna began to dribble chocolate syrup from a bottle she’d left near the table onto my fingers. Then, taking my hand, Jenna began to gently lick and suck the syrup off. The feeling of her mouth against my hand was electric and I shivered all over each time she ran her lips against the back of my fingers. Playing with me, Jenna would take little licks in between my fingers, which was even more sensitive. When she got all the chocolate off of my hands, she started licking and sucking on the muscle of my palm. I took my own shirt and pants off and held Jenna tightly in a hug, leaning her against the couch.

“I’ve been eating so much,” Jenna said in a cute little voice, rubbing her hands against my bare chest. “My belly’s getting even bigger, Rob. I’m getting so big,” she sat up and started rubbing small circles on her huge womb, looking at me and pouting. “I’m expanding, blowing up, but I need to keep eating to keep my belly happy.”

Jenna started leaning against me, kissing and licking my torso. “So hungry,” she moaned, after each kiss. She worked her way up to my neck and looked me in the eyes. “Are you hungry too?”

Playing along, I told her yes, and I should have expected what came next. She leaned down on the sofa, pulling down her underwear to reveal her gorgeous vagina.

I placed my hands on Jenna’s big, beautiful belly and started licking and sucking away. I could hear her gasps and muted cries as I rubbed against her clit and tickled her insides with my tongue. Eventually I hear her squeal to signal that she had successfully come and I climbed on top of her and gave her an impassioned kiss. I lapped against her lips, which tasted like strawberries. The taste lingered after we parted and Jenna looked me in the eyes, pouting again.

“I’m hungry too,” she said, pushing me down onto the couch. Within seconds, her lips were wrapped around my penis, licking and sucking hard. We may not have given each other oral sex very often, but this was on a totally different level compared to other times. I gripped the thick fabric of the couch tightly and I was totally unable to control my gasps from ecstasy. After a while I was unable to control the rest of my body and I came hard. I sat up and held Jenna’s head as she rested in my lap.

“I’m sorry, Jenna,” I said, petting her and letting her hair glide through my fingers.

“No, I told you, I was hungry,” Jenna said, lightly tickling my balls.

She stood up, waving her massive belly in front of my face as she rubbed it slowly and tenderly. From somewhere nearby, she now had a bottle of whipped cream.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom,” Jenna said, stripping off her bra as she walked away, her tight, round ass now dancing back and forth as I followed her.

In bed, we sprayed whipped cream on various parts of each other’s bodies and licked it off. This continued for hours, until we finally succumbed to exhaustion and a little bit of stomach sickness. Smiling and laughing a bit, we slinked out of the bed, which had gotten a little soaked with whipped cream, and brushed our teeth. Coming back to bed, Jenna gave me a small kiss on the nose.

“Six more days to go,” she said. As she turned away and started to fall asleep, I moved close to her and wrapped my arm over her, hugging between her breasts and her belly. I felt Jenna nuzzle close to me and I gave her a kiss on the shoulder.

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The next morning was the typical routine of getting up, showering, getting dressed, going to work. Work itself was a shit-show, though. Some executives from their far away offices came in and tried to reorganize everything. I’m sure these people had some kind of skillset, but here they were just messing everything up. At one point it spilled over into a meeting I had with a big client. I repeatedly told the executive to please wait for me to speak with him after the meeting, but this guy was pretty far up his own ass. Eventually I had to take him into the hallway and really shout for him to understand what was going on and that led into me telling him all the problems he was causing us since he and the other executives got here.

This led to a pretty angry conversation between my boss and myself. I didn’t get fired or any other penalty, but it sucks anytime you get reprimanded, especially for something as idiotic as this. It was already close to quittin’ time, so I didn’t get to cool my head and ended up leaving angry. The trip home wasn’t much better. The metro was more crowded than I’ve ever seen it and everyone in my car decided to shout and smell bad.

As I stepped out of the station and walked toward the apartment, I got a text from Jenna. “Wrath” was all it said.

I got excited by the reminder of what she promised to have in store for me each day this week and I was glad I was already in character. Instead of knocking on the door, I flew it open and dumped my bags on the floor.

“I’m home,” I yelled as I slammed the door behind me and kicked my shoes off. Jenna suddenly appeared before me wearing bright red lingerie that had a thin, silky cover wrapped over her belly. Her hands were on her hips and she was giving me a sassy, angry pose, which made her belly stick out a little more than usual.

“How was work?” she barked, giving me a piercing stare. Her hair was tied up in a small ponytail and her lips were painted a thick, ruby color. Jenna was so sexy right then it was hard to act like I was still mad about work, but I wanted to keep the theme going. Besides, she was putting so much effort into these, I should do the same.

“It was shit,” I growled as I tried to walk past her. Jenna grabbed my arm and gave me a smack on the chest.

“Hey, it’s not much better here!” Jenna yelled. “You make me sit at home all day waiting for you. Do you know how lonely I get? And I’ve got this to deal with too,” she said as she grabbed her belly and wiggled it for emphasis. “I’m big and swollen and horny because of what you did to me!”

Jenna then forcefully pushed me hard so I hit the wall behind me. Then she moved close to my face, giving me a scornful look, before grabbing my hair and kissing me passionately. Her tongue traced along my lips and slid up and down my own tongue. I put my hands on her shoulders and felt the softness of her skin against my own.

We slid down slowly, until I was sitting on the floor and she was kneeling in front of me, still kissing deeply with her belly in my lap. When she drew her head back, she was giving me a sad, innocent look.

“I do hate it when I’m home alone without you,” she whispered, tracing a finger across my chin.

“I hate being away from you too,” I said, putting one hand on the side of her belly and rubbing it gingerly. I could feel the warmth of her skin through the fabric, which was silky and smooth.

Then Jenna grabbed the back of my neck and pressed my face in between her breasts. She kept pushing hard and it got to a point where it was a little hard to breathe, although I wasn’t complaining.

“Then why don’t you apologize,” she yelled, shaking my head to make the experience even more disorienting.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry,” I said with a muffled shout and a laugh. Her cleavage had a slightly sweet smell to it and it was soft and firm against my head.

Jenna pushed me out of her breasts and grabbed me under the armpit and started walking toward the bedroom.

“C’mon,” she said bossily. I was pulled behind her with her grip on my arm. Jenna was actually pulling a little too hard and hurt my shoulder as she tugged it so close to the socket.

As we entered the bedroom, her pulling was getting stronger and the feeling more painful. Jenna let go and turned around to face me.

“That was a little rough,” I said, rubbing my shoulder.

“Shut up,” she said, quickly undoing my buttons and ripping my shirt open. Jenna leaned down and pressed her breasts against my torso as she began kissing and nibbling my chest. I could hear her squeal and moan softly as she did so, and the nibbling started to turn to full-on biting. Jenna started to walk me toward the bed, licking and biting and growling. Eventually she bent down and undid my pants and pulled those down as well.

Standing in front of me, Jenna suddenly thrusted hard with her hips and knocked me into the bed with her belly. As I looked up from the bed, she was excitedly rubbing her huge pregnant tummy with both hands while looking at me with a sneer.

“I’m going to teach you to leave me all alone,” Jenna growled, crawling on top of me. I was unable to get up as she sat on my chest with her knees, her belly hanging over me like a full moon.

Jenna then adjusted herself as she tore off my underwear and grabbed my cock and slid it into her vagina. She pumped up and down furiously, slamming her belly against my body.

“Fuck you for making me stay home,” she yelled, eyes closed and head hung back. I gripped her ass tightly and tried to keep up with her intense movements.

“Fuck you for biting me,” I yelled back with a smile. Jenna gave a small smile too, clearly glad I was starting to play along as well.

“Fuck you for giving me bad birthday sex,” Jenna said, swiping with her arm to try to smack me, but her belly got in the way.

“Fuck you for making it impossible to win arguments,” I said, grabbing Jenna’s hand that she tried to hit me with and squeezing it fight.

We started to run out of breath as Jenna’s powerful thrusts were only getting faster. Even from inside her lingerie bra, her breasts were shaking up and down. Jenna’s whole skin was taking on a light, sweaty shine. Her soft, wet insides kept squeezing and pushing against my cock until I gave one final hard thrust and released into her.

Jenna came at around the same time, moaning loudly as she rolled off and onto the bed. She held her belly from under the lingerie cover and took deep, panting breaths. Soon, her pants changed to purrs as she bit her lip cutely. I moved close to her in bed and we kissed softly as her sexy, red lips pressed against mine. Jenna rolled over and hugged me from the side, her belly resting on me as she spooned against my leg. From this position I could also feel her warm, wet vagina rub against me. I pulled the cover over us and we drifted to a deep, wonderful sleep.

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I woke up with the two of us still intertwined. I tried to move as gently as I could, but I woke Jenna up, who looked at me through heavy, gorgeous eyes.

“Time to go to work already?” she mumbled, smiling. I ran my hand across her cheek, which made her smile wider.

“Yeah, but it’s Friday, so I’ll be all yours starting tonight,” I said. Jenna closed her eyes and snuggled more deeply into the blanket, trying to go back to sleep.

Work was pretty typical, with nowhere near the kind of events that took place yesterday. And since it was a Friday, no one was all that focused and most people managed to figure out a way to duck out early. I stayed to finish my projects so I wouldn’t have to do any work over the weekend and I could give Jenna my full attention.

Just like yesterday, after I got off of the metro and started getting close to the apartment building, I got a text from Jenna – this one just reading “Sloth.”

Entering our apartment, I put all my work stuff down in the living room and saw Jenna standing in the hallway. She was wearing a pair of light blue sweatpants that she had tried to stretch across her belly, which only accentuated their size. She had a faded white tank top on which did nothing to cover her pregnant womb and only barely covered up her fantastic breasts. Her hair was cutely disshelved and hung in front of her eyes slightly, so her loving gaze came through like she was peering at me through a jungle.

“Why don’t you change into something more comfortable?” she said in a sleepy voice, walking past me and into the bedroom. Her belly bounced as she walked and she was no longer trying to hide the fact that her pregnancy was forcing her walk to become a waddle.

In the bedroom, I changed out of my work clothes into a white t-shirt and a pair of cotton running shorts. Jenna had been standing in the room the whole time, watching me undress and rubbing her belly seductively.

“Rob?” she breathed as I finished changing. “Could you give me a back rub?”

“Sure,” I said, as she sat down on the bed. I got behind her and started kneading and rubbing her back. As Jenna’s head rolled back and forth as I massaged her muscles, I slid my hands under the tank top and got closer contact with her. Jenna let out a deep sigh when my hands first made contact with her bare skin.

After a while, Jenna turned around to face me. “Can you give me a calf massage now? My legs are so sore from carrying around this heavy belly,” she moaned, opening her eyes wide and batting her lashes from behind her tossed hair.

I got close to Jenna and reached my hands around her leg and started pressing and rubbing deep in the tissue.

“The tension’s further up,” Jenna whispered, and I kept moving my hands up until she told me to stop. I had my hands wrapped around her inner thigh, just a few inches from her vagina, and I could feel its heat from where I was.

As I rubber the inside of her leg, my arm brushed against her wide, creamy belly. Against my bare arm, she felt smooth and tight. Jenna’s eyes met mine from behind her messy hair and she gave me a small smile. With one hand I brushed her hair out of her eyes so I could see their full, rich green.

“Do your legs feel better?” I asked.

“Mmhmm,” she squeaked, putting her arms on my shoulders to help herself get up. She walked back to the living room, holding my hand gently as she did. When we made it there, she beckoned for me to sit on the couch with her. Jenna reached for a big blanket that was resting on the couch and she draped it over the both of us.

Grabbing a remote control, Jenna flipped on the DVD player, which she’d already loaded up with Season 3 of Community. We cuddled close to each other, wrapping the blanket tightly around us. Every now and then, Jenna would plant a kiss on my neck and I’d lay one on her cheek.

After a while, we started to drift into a sleepier state, which somehow made the atmosphere more erotic. Jenna’s hands began to drift all across my body and I slinked one hand under her tank top and began playing with her nipples. Slowly, I started to slide down Jenna’s body until I was under the blanket, liking and kissing her expansive belly. Every time I’d lick her belly button, Jenna would let out a long, sexy gasp.

Jenna reached over and flipped off the TV as I started to slide her sweat pants off, which revealed that she was wearing no underwear.

“May I?” I asked.

“Yes,” Jenna said, and we started having sex. I rocked my hips back and forth, in and out, gently, savoring the feel of her pussy against me. I continued to caress her belly, although it was a bit stranger and less precise since I had to change my position for sex. Jenna leaned against the arm of the sofa, squeezing her own breasts and moaning quietly.

When we came, I hugged Jenna’s belly tightly and she gripped my arms. As the jolt of the climax faded, she lazily rubbed her thumbs against my skin and I took in the soft feel of her womb. Climbing off of the couch, I hefted Jenna up with all my strength and staggered back to our bed. I barely made it, as her pregnancy made her considerably heavy. Moving the couch blanket off of her, we tucked into bed and began kissing listlessly until sleep finally set in.

Saturday mornings are the best. At my own, sweet pace, I start to adjust my eyes to the rising sunlight peaking through the blinds and reacclimate myself to the waking world. I feel the mattress and the blanket against me, but I also sense a large, warm presence close by. It takes only nanoseconds, but the time each Saturday morning that I remember that Jenna, in all her gorgeous, pregnant beauty, is sleeping next to me and we have the whole day together is the best part of my week.

Jenna was still asleep and she was laying sideways facing me. Her face was completely tranquil, like a perfect painting or photograph from a modeling catalogue. Her short hair fell daintily across her forehead and cheeks and her lips, even without make-up, were lush and inviting. One glowing, marble-like arm was resting on top of the blanket, planted firmly on her massive belly which made a considerable bulge under the covers. And from where I was, I could see her soft, irresistible breasts smushed against the bed, giving an erotic sense of their full size.

I admired Jenna for what seemed like an hour before I reached one hand over and gently caressed her hair. As my fingers brushed locks past her cheek, I saw a small giggle ripple across her face before going back to its pristine look. Eventually Jenna’s eyes opened a crack, giving me a piercing shot of her rich green gaze. A lazy, sexy smile rolled across her face as she began to wake up.

“Hey there,” she said in a gentle mumble. “How did you sleep?”

“Great,” I said. I reached my hand across her belly to try and pull Jenna close, until I felt my morning wood touch against her enormous abdomen and stopped, feeling embarrassed.

“Don’t worry,” Jenna said, smiling and pulling me close again so my erection was pressed firmly against her pregnant form. “I like to feel it.”

At this, we leaned close and kissed, our lips gliding across one another’s. It was a bit too early for me to try anything more fancy, but as we broke for the last time, Jenna gave me one quick, animalistic lick across the mouth and smirked.

“So what’s today’s theme going to be?” I asked, running my hand up and down the side of her body, hovering around when I reached her belly or her breast.

“You’ll have to wait for that,” she winked, before pulling the blanket off of the bed with a strong tug. Rolling off of the bed, Jenna wrapped the blanket around herself, leaving a small hole for her belly to protrude from. Jenna strutted proudly in her new blanket-robe from the bedroom to the couch.

I got showered and got dressed myself. I could hear “Up with Chris Hayes” playing softly from the TV in the living room, presumably Jenna’s doing. After getting changed, I grabbed a very quick and small breakfast before regretfully heading out. Recently there’d been a problem with the direct deposit for my paycheck from work so I had to get it from the post office, for some weird reason. It was supposed to be there today and while there was no rush to get there now, I wanted to go before it got crowded, as the post office so often does. Plus, Jenna and I did have some things we needed to do later today, so better to get this out of the way now.

“I’ll be back soon,” I told Jenna, giving her a kiss and a quick belly rub.

“Alright,” she said sweetly, rubbing her belly slowly, letting my touch linger. Sights like these make me ache to part with Jenna, even if it’s only for a quick trip out.
After I got my check, I went straight to the bank. It was quiet and boring, as banks usually are. While I was in line, I worked out the budgeting for this month’s paycheck on a slip of paper. Jenna and I always put our checks into one big pool, while also trying to designate certain portions for various spending items. Since Jenna got pregnant, we’ve obviously worked a lot harder to set money aside to take care of the baby when it comes. But we still try to give ourselves a little bit of personal money from each check – some for Jenna, some for me.

As I got near the teller, I felt my phone buzz. It was a text from Jenna, telling me to withdraw my portion and get it in cash. That seemed like a weird request. She’s definitely never asked me to do that before. But, what the hell, I deposited the check and also got the teller to give me what would have been my portion in bills. I slipped the money into an envelope and headed back to the apartment.

Walking to the door, I got another text from Jenna.

“Greed.”

I’d forgotten all about our little adventure this week. Excitedly, I opened the door fast to see what Jenna had in store for me. She was still sitting on the sofa, now eating a bowl of cereal.

“Hey,” she said casually, lifting herself slowly out of her seat to take her now empty bowl to the kitchen. I heard the sink run as she washed out the dishes. Nothing seemed very special or different. Don’t get me wrong – I love having typical, domestic time with Jenna. But after the past days, she’d really gotten my hopes up with that text.

Walking back into the living room, Jenna was drying off her hands with a cloth, before tossing it onto the counter.

“So, Rob?” Jenna said. “With me being on maternity leave now, I don’t feel like I’m bringing very much money in for now.”

“Oh, no, Jenna,” I said, confused. “Don’t feel that way. Maternity leave is important, and-“

“No, let me finish,” Jenna said, sternly. “I’m a little pressed for cash this week, so I’ll make you a deal.”

With these words, Jenna slinked close to me, walking like a panther. She brushed her fingers gingerly across my chest as she leaned her head close to my ear.

“If you pay for it, I’ll do anything you want,” she said, before blowing warm breath on my earlobe. “Anything.”

Curious and excited, I took a dollar out of the envelope and handed it to Jenna.

“What does this get me?” I asked. Jenna slowly placed on hand on my arm and slid it up. Her palm was cool and silky, like lotion. Her hand drifted over my fingers until it grasped the dollar I was holding and she pulled it out. Then, she put the same hand on my neck, tickling my skin with the tips of her fingers, until she brought my head down just enough for her to give a long, sensual kiss on my cheek.

“Let me know if you want anything else,” Jenna said with a sexy grin. I reached my hand out to caress her face, running one finger against her soft, pink lips. Before I could feel her face against my skin, she grabbed my hand and played with it in between her smooth fingers.

“On the lips is three dollars,” she said. As quickly as I could, I fished three bucks out of my envelope and gave them to her. Jenna pocketed the money and held me by the torso. She stood me up parallel to her, bringing us as close together as her belly would allow. Through the blouse she was wearing, I could feel the warmth she was giving off from there. It made Jenna so sexy and lovely. She moved her hands to my shoulders as I bent down to kiss. My hands rested on her shoulders as our lips met passionately. As we embraced, I slid one hand down to feel Jenna’s belly as her blouse ended and one hand started to caress her luscious breasts.

Jenna quickly lapped her tongue against my mouth as she broke our kiss, smiling cheekily.

“That’s going to be 20 bucks if you want to explore,” she said, laughing. I got out a $20 bill and suggested we move to the couch. We lay side by side, letting our lips massage each other’s as I let my hands feel all of Jenna’s fantastic body. We would break our kiss momentarily every now and then and I’d look into her mesmerizing emerald eyes.

Propping Jenna up on the arm of the couch, I rolled up her blouse and started rubbing and kissing her belly. Jenna’s body is always beautiful, but since pregnancy has transformed her into an unthinkably gorgeous woman, her belly is the central sexiest part of her. I spent a good deal of time kissing and gently licking her popped-out naval, which I did for two reasons: One was the raw attraction I felt for Jenna and her belly.

The second reason came as Jenna placed a hand on my head and played with my hair as she sighed breathily. Jenna’s whole body became very sensitive during pregnancy, and one of the surprising hotspots was her belly button. I started flicking it playfully with my tongue, which made Jenna pull on my hair and start rubbing the side of her belly with her other hand. Long gasps came from her, teetering on moans.

“Stop,” she said softly, but I managed to hear her and I stopped, sitting back on the couch. Jenna left her blouse rolled up, rubbing her glowing belly gently as she caught her breath.

“I’ll need another $20 if you want to keep going,” Jenna panted, smiling back at me. Wow, she is really committing to this.

“Maybe later,” I laughed, getting up to go to the kitchen. Today was going to be a very fun, very strange day.

As I was putting together a small lunch of a sandwich and some leftover rice, I heard Jenna walk around the living room.

“Alright Rob, I’m heading out, I need to get a haircut.”

“Alright,” I said, biting into my sandwich before coming to a sudden realization. “Wait.”

I came into the living room as Jenna was slipping into her shoes, looking at me plainly. “What’s up?”

I reached into my pocket and pulled out the envelope. I fished out a $10 bill and handed it to Jenna.

“Let me watch you get your hair cut.”

Jenna gave me a pleasantly surprised look as she took the money from my hand. I’ve always found her short hair sexy and I’ve toyed with the idea of whether or not watching her get it cut would be hot, but now seemed like a great time to find out.

“Sure thing,” Jenna purred, taking me by the arm and walking us both to the door. Another thought crossed my mind. It was crazy, but then again, so was this week.

“If I pay, will you do anything?” I asked Jenna.

She smiled and raised an eyebrow. “If you pay. Why? What’s in that naughty mind of yours?”

I pulled out another $10 and handed it to Jenna. “Get a haircut from Diana.”

Jenna gasped with a smile and took the money from me. She gave me a look that told me I was a troublemaker, but she was still smirking. Hot stuff.

To clarify, Diana is a friend of Jenna’s who also works at a hair salon. She doesn’t usually go there, since it’s usually more crowded than a normal salon, since there’s also people getting manicures, pedicures, and the like. Diana is also pregnant, and from how I’ve heard her last described by Jenna, massively, lusciously pregnant.

When we got to the salon, it was luckily and strangely devoid of customers. Jenna looked around until she saw Diana and arraigned a hair cut. As Jenna led me, I saw that Diana’s space was a little off to the side of the rest of the salon, in an almost private office, except it had a sink and all other haircut amenities.

And then I saw Diana. As Jenna had described her, Diana was hugely pregnant. Her belly swelled powerfully from under a pink polo shirt that couldn’t cover up the bottom sliver of her tan skin.

“Hey Jen!” Diana squealed, waddling over to give Jenna a hug. Their bellies and breasts pressed against each other as they embraced. When they were done, Diana put both of her hands on Jenna’s own huge belly. “You’re as big as me!”

“Yeah, we’re about the same size,” Jenna said, stroking her own belly. As Diana turned away to set up the chair, Jenna flashed me a quick look and blew a kiss. I got my envelope ready just in case.

As I suspected earlier, watching Jenna get her hair cut was incredibly arousing. Diana’s nimble fingers traced Jenna’s scalp as the sink washed her hair, turning it into a crown of wet, soapy locks. As Diana snipped away, it was like Jenna’s whole face was transforming before my eyes, like a fantastic metamorphosis. And during the cut, Diana’s ripe belly bumped and rubbed against Jenna’s.

Diana turned her back to pick out a new razor or comb and Jenna rolled her head over to me. Pulling her hand from under the salon apron, she held up her fingers. Five? I held up a $5 bill and she gave me a slight nod. I didn’t know what I was about to pay for, but it couldn’t be bad. I nodded as well.

“Diana, you’ve managed to keep such great skin,” Jenna said, reaching one hand onto Diana’s belly and rubbing. Diana giggled and rubbed as well, while Jenna rolled up her shirt to reveal Diana’s entire belly. It had a caramel glow that Jenna lapped up with her soft palms, feeling and kneading the skin.

“That feels nice,” Diana purred, going back to cutting Jenna’s hair.

“So smooth,” Jenna whispered, putting both hands on Diana’s belly and making small circles with it. My own pregnant wife sexily rubbing another woman’s enormous pregnant belly. Beautiful.

When Diana was about finished with the haircut, Jenna turned back to me. Her new hair was a perfect, short cut. Her dirty blond hair let just a little bit of her pink ears peek out. She gave me another sign for five more bucks. I agreed.

“Diana, do you have any good moisturizing cream here?” Jenna asked.

“Yeah, why?” Diana said.

“Would you be willing to put some on my belly? It’s been feeling really dry.”

“I’ve got just the stuff for your big, round tummy,” Diana gushed, rummaging through the bottles on her shelves until she found one. Pushing down its head, she squirted some white lotion into her palms and rubbed her hands together.

“It’ll be easier if I lean back a little in a different chair,” Jenna said, hoisting herself out of the salon chair. She motioned for me to pull the bench I was sitting on away from the wall. I got it out and helped her straddle the bench as she leaned back against me, the full weight of her wonderful belly supported by my body.

Diana sat facing her, rolled up Jenna’s shirt, and began rubbing lotion all over her belly. Jenna’s head lolled back and forth until she rested it against my shoulder. Her eyes were closed, but I could feel her take in deep breaths.

“That happens sometimes,” Diana whispered, looking right at me with a smile. I smiled back, blushing slightly. “It’s a really great feeling. I love it whenever my wife rubs my belly with any kind of cream, and this one is really soft and fine.”

“Your wife?” I didn’t know Diana was gay.

“Yeah, we got married a couple years ago in Massachusetts. Anne always gives me rub-downs with the stretch mark cream. What a sweetie,” she smiled to herself, before looking back at me and whispering, “But actually, I think she might get a little turned on by my pregnancy.”

“Imagine that,” I said. Diana laughed quietly and continued to rub Jenna’s now shiny, sliky belly.

“Mmm,” Jenna moaned, as if sleep-talking, “Rob.”

I held my head closer to hers and gave her a kiss on the neck and held her shoulders tightly. I felt her take one last deep breath and then start to sit up again.

“All done,” Diana said.

“Thank you so much,” Jenna said, getting off of the bench with my help. “We’ll have to have you and Anne over for dinner soon before these babies come.”

As we thanked Diana and left the salon, Jenna whispered to me, “You’ll have to give me about $50 in advance for that dinner I helped set up. I’ll be sure to make it very special.”

“You’re too good to me,” I said, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. “Oh, I’ll need to pay you for that and the kiss on the neck, right?”

“You can pay me back later,” Jenna joked.

By the time we got out, we both felt like getting an early dinner, so we decided to stop by a restaurant, a Mexican place we both enjoyed a lot. Plus, it’s got booths so Jenna doesn’t have to worry about bumping against tables with her belly, but only she gets to say that.

As we got our food, we had pretty typical, domestic conversations. I’ve been getting on Jenna’s physical looks a lot, but I wouldn’t love another woman with the exact same body. She’s one of the only people who gets me, and I think I’m one of the only ones who gets her. I love to just sit and talk to her about anything, for hours and hours.

When the check came, I looked over at Jenna with a not-at-all well meaning smile.

“Do you want me to pay for your share?”

“What’ll it take?” Jenna said with her own devilish smile.

“I’ll think of something,” I said, putting my credit card in the checkbook and handing it to the waiter.

Getting back home, Jenna turned around and grabbed my hands.

“I think this should cover dinner,” Jenna said, stuffing my hands under her blouse and bra and onto her full breasts. She squeezed my hands so we were feeling her chest together. It’s so warm and firm, and every time I’d press against her nipples she’d make a soft yelp and squeeze my hands even harder.

After a while, she pulled her blouse top off and guided me to the bedroom and laid us both down, kissing my neck and pulling down my shirt to kiss the top of my chest.

“Let’s have sex,” she moaned, slipping off my clothes until I was down to my underwear. This was the first time she’d asked me for something instead of telling me how much something “cost.”

“No, I feel kind of tired,” I said in a mocking tone, rolling over to face away from her.

“Please,” she said, pulling me close to her belly. “Please. I’ll pay you back for the entire day.”

I rolled over to face Jenna, as she held a wad of cash in her hands that she must have been keeping in her pocket. I took the money and leafed through it, holding it out as long as I could bear.

“Actually,” I said, “fuck the money.” I threw it into the air and gripped Jenna tightly as dollar bills floated down. “Let’s have sex.”

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I woke up with my legs wrapped up in Jenna’s, her upper body curled up in a ball that I was hugging tightly. I felt her breath, her warmth, her heartbeat and I slowly kissed her earlobe, which was the closest thing to my face at the moment.

Eventually we both stirred out of bed, Jenna throwing on a white shirt and a pair of sweatpants. I got up, decided to go for a run around the block, and left. When I came back, there was a small note left near the door. It read, “Pride.”

I entered the apartment to find Jenna standing before me, looking impatient. She was wearing very fancy black lingerie, with straps connected to the legs like in the 20s and 30s.

“I’ve been waiting for you to get back,” Jenna said in a bossy tone. “A beautiful child bearing lady does not deserve this treatment.”

“Yes, I’m sorry,” I said, instinctually bowing.

“Now come and bathe me,” she said, turning and walking away in a huff. “I cannot be expected to wash myself.”

Shocked, I went into the bathroom to see Jenna standing in the shower, now totally naked. Trying to control my excitement, I ran the water and got a wash cloth and started running it over her body.

“Do you find me arousing?” Jenna said in her same, bossy tones.

“Yes, Jenna,” I said.

“Describe my beauty!” she demanded.

“Well, there’s your skin,” I said, now running soap down her arms. “It’s so soft and smooth and creamy, like blushing alabaster.”

“Then there’s your face,” I said, rubbing the washcloth all against her cheeks, chin, forehead. “It’s flawless and penetrating, so gorgeous and haunting, like a movie star’s”

“Then there’s your breasts,” I said, getting wet, soapy bubbles down her heaving cleavage. “There’s so full and sexy, anyone would want to feel them against their body.”

“And of course, there’s your belly,” I said, lingering as I ran my soap and cloth against her blooming pregnant fullness. “It’s so big and round and sexy. I can’t get enough of it.”

I washed the soap off of her and toweled her off with the softest fabric I could find. When she was done, I helped her back into her black lingerie and get a robe around her. A considerable part of Jenna’s belly still peaked through the fold.

Jenna sat on the couch and demanded that I prop her legs up.

“I’m a glowing goddess full of life,” she said to me, holding out an outstretched hand. “I deserve nothing less than to be pampered by one like you.”

And so the rest of the day went. I cared for her every need, including multiple belly and back rubs, playing music and movies for her, even feeding her. That she seemed to relish the most, running her pillowy lips and pink tongue along the spoons and forks I fed her with, looking me in the eye as she did it.

Every now and then, she’d ask me to shower her with compliments. I’d get close to her, running my hands through her hair as I told Jenna how gorgeous her belly was, how lucky I was to even be standing in the same room as her.

As the night ran to an end, Jenna rolled off her robe and asked me to kneel in front of her.

“Show me your love,” she said, brushing her hand against my hair. Not knowing what to do, but overcome with energy, I started kissing her calf. I kept moving up her legs, gripping and rubbing my hands against them as well. I moved close to her vagina, taking a few quick licks at the gentle curls of her pubic hair before moving up her belly. As always, it was smooth and firm, but tonight it had a slightly cool feeling and my hot, flushed cheeks felt good against her skin. I continued to work my way up until I was sitting in her lap, or at least, as much of her lap as her belly allowed there to be. I brushed her hair as I kissed her forehead, not daring to touch her lips. After all, she was a beautiful pregnant empress right now. I wouldn’t make that kind of intimate contact without permission.

Jenna placed on hand on my face and I took her hand and began kissing her arm as well, working my way down the side of her body until I was back with my face in her lap.

“Go,” Jenna said, sounding anxious. I pulled down her black lace and began tenderly kissing her lips, working my tongue inside and lapping gently against her vaginal walls and clitoris. She gripped my hands as I did so, rubbing each finger individually tightly whenever I hit a spot she liked.

When Jenna came, she beckoned for me to sit up and hold her in her arms. Cool fingers traced across my chin as she waited for the climax to subside and for her to regain her breath.

“You’ve treated me well today, Robert,” Jenna said, standing up. “Now I must reward your honor to my fertile body.”

“Please,” I said, rubbing her belly with my hands. “Just being allowed to wait on you is enough.”

“No, I must do something for you,” Jenna said. “With my beautiful body, I have the power to give you unbelievable pleasure.” Her way of talking was starting to sound stranger and stranger, but I was so turned on that I stopped caring. Jenna laid me down on the couch and inserted my erection into her and sat on her knees, shifting her hips back and forth seductively. Her belly swayed in front of me and I gripped Jenna’s ass as I thrust from below.

The feel of her insides moving and churning around created a fantastic sensation and we both came at the same time. I rolled Jenna onto her back and lay pinned between her belly and the couch cushions as I draped the robe over us. We didn’t need to sleep on the bed tonight. We were fine where we were.

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I woke up slowly, my eyes adjusting to the light coming in faintly through the blinds. Everything felt kind of wet, which I didn’t understand for a while until I started to wake up and become more aware of my surroundings. Jenna and I were held tightly together in our cramped sleeping choice of the sofa. The dampness came from a mix of sweat, which we were both dripping with, as well as residue from fucking.

When it dawned on my that it was now Monday and I needed to go to work, I tried to figure out how I would get off of the couch without waking Jenna. I couldn’t exactly sneak out, with her plump pregnant belly taking up so much space, and I couldn’t roll her over without her falling off the couch. Eventually I decided to just wake her gently and see whether or not, if I left quickly enough, she could get back to sleep.

I put one hand on her shoulder and slowly rocked her back and forth. It was cold and moist from night sweat. The sweat made her whole body give off a very attractive, athletic smell, but I didn’t want to sacrifice going to work and having stable work to get lost in her beauty. That wouldn’t do either of us much long-term good.

Jenna woke up lazily and rolled over enough to let me step over her legs and get into the bedroom. Lying on her back, her belly was like a mountain teetering over the rest of Jenna’s body. As I walked into the bedroom, I saw her admire this view of her swollen womb, running her hands up and down her curves.

I showered, changed, and headed out the door, giving Jenna and her belly a quick kiss before I left. Work was shit. My worst co-workers were in full form, putting work on me that was theirs to do, taking credit for projects I already did. And getting praised for all this, too. The managers, other co-workers, other bosses all loved these pricks and today they were getting an especially large amount of accolades.

The worst was seeing the guys flirt with female co-workers. I don’t know what it is about this place, but sex harassment never seems to get reported, definitely never for these morons. After hitting on Janna, one of the grad school interns, this guy Kyle, one of the fucking worst, came up to me at lunch.

“Hey Rob, which of the young girls do you want to get hooked up with?”

“None. I’m fine.”

“C’mon, I haven’t heard of you even having a date since you’ve worked here. You need to get out with someone, man.”

“I’m married, Kyle.”

“Whoa, you’re married? Since when?”

“Since years before I started working here. We’re going to have our first child in about a month”

“Oh shit. Well nice job, I guess,” he laughed and slapped me on the back before walking away. “You don’t seem like you had it in you.”

What the fuck. The whole day was sort of like this. I eventually got off work, tired and angry, riding the metro back to the apartment.

As usual, just as I reached the door, I got a text from Jenna. “Envy.”

Walking into the apartment, I put all my stuff down and changed out of my clothes before I saw Jenna. She was wearing non-maternity jeans, with the fly unzipped to allow room for her expanding belly, and a tight fitting shirt with floral print.

“How was your day?” Jenna asked.

“Just kind of frustrating,” I said, rubbing my temples. “The assholes at work were really out there today.”

“Tell me about it,” Jenna said, looking at me intently with a big-sister-like tone. We moved to the couch and talked sitting next to each other, speaking face to face.

“Well,” I said, taking a deep breath, “Mostly, they were getting a lot of praise for not doing anything at work and dropping all their shit on me instead.”

“Do you feel you don’t get enough recognition?” Jenna said, moving her chair closer to me. The tightness of the shirt really showed off the shape and size of her belly and breasts.

“Yeah,” I said. As the words left my mouth, Jenna took my shoulder and laid me down with my head resting on her belly. Maybe she meant to have me lay in her lap, but that wasn’t going to happen with a woman this pregnant. But I was in no way complaining.

“I recognize all you do,” Jenna whispered, playing with my hair. The feel of her hands through my hair sent shivers throughout my body and made the tip of my cock burn with passion. “You’re great, you’re fantastic.”

“Thank you,” I said, genuinely happy to hear her say that.

“But I know that you want more,” she whispered, more seductively. “I know you want to be seen as someone with power, someone who can conquer. Like you conquered me.”

“Jenna-“

“And I like that,” she said, interrupting me. “I like that you want to be strong and well-liked. But I already know that’s who you are. You’re mighty and smart and a provider.”

I could feel Jenna’s voice dripping with excitement.

“What do you want for yourself?” I asked.

“I want to be more for you,” Jenna said, stroking my head. “I want my belly to get even bigger, rounder. It feels so sexy, being like this. The movement and the way people look at me. The way you look at me.”

“You like being pregnant?” I asked, trying to get her to say more.

“Yes, I love it. I want oils, perfumes, fabrics draped around my belly. I want to smell like a queen and have silks and capes wrapped around me, showing off my womb to the world,” Jenna said.

“Keep going.”

“I want to walk around, covered in scarves and bright white cloths to show off my glowing skin to the world. I want other pregnant women to come up and touch their fullness to mine, taking in my warmth and fertile energy.”

Jenna turned my head over so I was now staring straight at her enormous breasts. I could make her nipples out through the tight fabric. It reminded me of the excitement I got whenever I saw Jenna’s belly button stick out from her pregnancy. Or maybe it’s the other way around.

“What else happened at work?” Jenna asked, continuing to coddle my head in her palms.

“Well, one guy said he didn’t think I could get a date and when I told him I had a wife and a kid on the way, he laughed at me.” I felt like a kid crying about a bully at school.

Jenna sat me up and moved close to me, pressing her belly and breasts against the side of my body.

“Well he’s a loser. While he’s out hitting on strangers in bars, look at what you’ve got: A wife you made big and pregnant,” she said.

Jenna rolled her shirt off her body, revealing her fresh, rosy skin, her radiant belly, and her fat breasts squeezed into a lace bra.

“You pounded your hard cock into my sweet, wet lips and we made a baby together. And look at how big I am,” Jenna said, pushing her belly into me as she slapped her sides for emphasis. “No one else but you could have done this. Who gives a shit about those guys? I just want you.”

I held Jenna close and we kissed with quick, drooly pecks, which felt like fast sparks of electricity through my nerves. Jenna held me close and traced my lips with her finger.

“But I do want to get bigger,” Jenna said innocently. “Can you make me rounder and sexier?”

“Maybe,” I said, unsure what she wanted. “What do I need to do?”

Jenna held me close and walked me to the bedroom, letting her unzipped jeans slide down her legs and fall off. Jenna’s legs were nice and tight, with toned muscle that felt exhilarating to hold on to.

In bed, Jenna started talking breathily to me as I undressed myself.

“I got this big from fucking, so more fucking should make me even bigger,” she said. I lay Jenna on the bed and stood up, gripping her great legs as I readied myself.

“Ready?” I asked.

“Please,” Jenna said, just as I thrust into her warm vagina. Her insides rubbed against me tightly and smoothly, as Jenna cheered me on as she massaged her own nipples.

Before I climaxed, Jenna had us shift positions, so she was on top. From here, I could see the beautiful movement of her belly and breasts and I could rub my hands all over her thick and shimmering stomach.

When we came, Jenna was cheering to the point of near exhaustion. She had gotten what she wanted. Falling back to the bed, we both kissed each other’s bodies like maniacs until the excitement of sex began to wear off.

“Goodnight,” I had to finally say.

“Goodnight,” Jenna said, rolling over and facing the wall. I gave her a kiss on the back of her neck and went to sleep myself, not even thinking about what tomorrow might bring.

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I got to get up without waking Jenna the next morning, which had its advantages and disadvantages. I like giving her more sleep and more time to rest, but at the same time, it kills me having to go an entire day now without seeing her eyes and her smile.

Work itself was pretty uninteresting. Very standard day, until about 4, when my boss told me I’d need to work late that day. When I told him that I’d rather not since I have a pregnant wife and all, he didn’t seem to really care. And it was at that moment that I took stock of my week, my wonderful, awful, beautiful, stressful week and decided I was going to quit. Not then, but I was going to look for a new job and when I found it, I would quit working at this cancerous environment. When Jenna gives birth, I don’t want the baby having a dad who puts his head down and works a job he hates with people who bully him because he has no spine.

The idea of quitting made me feel very invigorated. I blew through a lot of work at the end of the day and ended up sitting around with nothing to do for my last hour. Sitting around doing nothing was brutal. Eventually my mind started to drift and all I could think about was Jenna. Our first date on the bench. The day we found out she was pregnant. And all of the past few days.

I did a quick calculation in my head and realized today was the last day of her week of role playing. And with all of the other six sins gone, I realized which one was left and I could hardly contain myself. There was only ten minutes left before this mandatory overtime ended but now all I wanted to do was rush home and experience what Jenna had in store for me.

The metro ride home, I was practically shaking with anticipation. The woman sitting across from me was reading a magazine with Christina Hendricks on the cover, which was not helping me at all. The metro took one of its usual stops, and who should walk on but Diana, who saw me, waved, and sat next to me. I never knew Diana all that well, but she probably had a better memory of me since the salon and she also seemed to be a generally friendly person.

“Hey there, Rob!” Diana said, walking in a wobbly fashion over, sitting next to me. She had not managed to walk without waddling like Jenna had, but her way of moving was plenty sexy. Sitting down, she undid her jacket and let her belly hang out, putting her hands on it and making an exaggerated deep exhale before laughing.

“Hey Diana. How are you doing?”

“Good, good. Going home to Anne now, so I feel really good about that. Are you going home now?”

I nodded and Diana started to rub her belly in small circles. “It’s kicking,” she said excitedly, turning her belly toward me and reaching for my hand. I let her place my palm on her tight roundness and moved it around to feel the little ripples coming from inside her. “I’ll bet you’re used to this with Jenna, huh?”

“I don’t mind,” I laughed, taking in the full feel of Diana’s shape.

“Neither does Anne,” Diana said, rubbing her belly herself and laughing softly. “I asked Anne Saturday night and she admitted that the pregnancy turns her on. The openness made sex a lot more passionate.”

Diana rolled up her thin cotton shirt a little to show her belly button. “And she found out that my belly button’s become like a second clit, so she’s been playing with that a lot.”

I was frozen. This was an incredible and dizzying conversation.

“Jenna looks really nice now, doesn’t she?” Diana said.

“Oh, y-yeah, she’s always beautiful,” I stammered.

“Especially now that she’s pregnant.” Diana took my hand and made me stroke her belly more slowly and gently.
“W-well, yeah, I guess she looks good now too.”

“Rob, you can be honest with me. I see how you look at Jenna the way Anne looks at me now. You’re turned on by pregnancy too.” I looked up and saw Diana smirking at me with her eyes peaking through her long, wavy, fiery red hair.

“Yeah, you got me,” I said, smiling as I pulled my hand away embarrassingly.

“It’s alright, trust me,” Diana said, taking my hand back and moving my thumb over her rubbery belly button. “You’re lucky to have a wife as beautiful as Jenna.”

“Anne’s lucky to have you,” I said, as the metro started to come to a halt. I got up to leave, but before I did, Diana grabbed my wrist and pulled me close so she could whisper in her ear.

“You know, since getting pregnant, orgasms are much more intense. They get even stronger the bigger my belly gets. I’ve talked to Jenna and she feels the same thing when you both make love. Just something to keep in mind,” she whistled into my ear, her lips barely grazing my earlobe. Her words made my back straighten up and my genitals tingle.

I practically ran back to the apartment, my heart and lungs were pumping loudly in my chest. At the door, I fumbled for my keys, panting for breath. When the door was finally unlocked, I stumbled into the hallway and dropped everything I had.

Jenna was standing before me in the hallway, completely naked. Her arms were crossed under her breasts, holding them up. Each was thick and perfectly round, with mocha-brown nipples perked up. Her pubic hair was a wavy black beauty, like a punk haircut. Her belly hung unencumbered and I could see the full outline of her body and how it flowed into this big, beautiful sight. Jenna looked at me precociously, making eye contact and then breaking it to look at herself.

“How do I look?” she asked shyly, walking toward me.

“You look amazing,” I said, as she wrapped her arms as closely around me as she could in a hug. Jenna kept trying to pull me closer, trying to bring her head to my chest.

“C’mere,” I said, picking her up in my arms and holding her with all my strength. When I felt it wane, Jenna cuddled her head against my neck and chin, wrapping her arms around me. Her lips and tongue ran on what exposed skin I had.

“I wish we had a pool,” Jenna said. “I want to hold you close while floating, all my weight gone and my skin slick and moist.”

I walked Jenna to the bedroom and laid her down on the bed. She sat up and undressed me herself, starting with my shirt.

“I saw Diana on the metro,” I said. “She says pregnancy makes your orgasms stronger.”

“God, yes,” Jenna said, pressing her wet lips listlessly against my now-open abdomen. “It feels like a wave drowning me now.”

Jenna started unzipping my pants, letting her fingers dance on top of my erection. “Diana’s sexy, isn’t she?”

“Not as much as you.”

“But I still want to fuck her,” Jenna said, pulling my pants down my legs. “I want to bury my face in her tits while she slides her fingers against my clit.”

“I can do that for you,” I said, stepping out of my pants and moving close to Jenna.

“Go ahead,” Jenna said, bringing my face to her breasts. I started licking her nipple, nibbling the abundant flesh of her chest. I moved to her other breast and did the same, letting my tongue linger as I heard Jenna begin to moan.

Jenna pulled down my underwear and pulled me on top of her. We were laying on the bed now, with my body awkwardly held in the air by her belly as we kissed passionately. She then moved me off the bed and stood bending over, gripping onto the covers.

“Please,” she said. I had never had sex with Jenna like this, even though with her belly, it seemed like one of the easier ways. I moved back and forth, trying to push deep inside Jenna, while moving my hands across her body, feeling her breasts and belly. I could hear her moan and cry and gasp, but something didn’t feel right.

“Jenna, sorry, hold on,” I said, pulling out and turning her around. Jenna looked at me with a confused and worried look.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“I, just, uh,” I felt my face blush. We were reaching another one of our awkward points, I could feel it. “I like being able to see your face.”

Jenna turned bright red as well and tears looked like they were about to well up in her face. She pulled me close with another hug and we kissed.

“You’re the best,” Jenna said, lying us back on the bed. We had sex our usual way, with Jenna on top, but it was like it had a new energy this time. Even after this long of marriage and all the times we’d connected since she’d been pregnant, we managed to re-spark the attraction between us. My climax was a hot, intense sensation that I felt flow throughout my entire body, and we lay in bed, me wrapped around Jenna’s belly, rubbing it slowly.

“I can feel the kicking,” I said. Jenna rubbed with one hand, with the other on my back.

“Mmm, yeah. Sometimes it happens when my heart beats really fast.”

We both looked over at the clock on the wall, just as it click to midnight.

“Happy birthday,” Jenna said. “Let’s go again.”

This was fantastic!!!