I was 58 years old when Shelly came into my life. I had been living alone since my kids had left home and my wife died, and having lots of unoccupied time I took to doing a lot of work in the yard. Over the years I had built myself a nice deck, planted shade trees, a tall privacy hedge and put in an artificial rock waterfall that fell into a small pool surrounded by flowers. The upkeep kept me busy but the results far outweighed the labor. I spent countless hours lazing in the shade of my deck, smelling the flowers and listening to the gentle splashing and gurgling of my waterfall; reading, relaxing or just enjoying the little slice of Eden I had created for myself.
I was having coffee and reading the morning paper one Saturday morning when I heard a large truck pulling up in front. I walked around the side of the house to see what it was and there was a United Van Lines tractor-trailer parked in front of the vacant house next door. The house had been on the market for a few weeks and a "Sold" sign had recently appeared, so it was obvious my new neighbors had arrived.
I was naturally curious about my new neighbors so I continued around to my front yard, I was hoping they wouldn't be a young family with noisy kids that would interfere with my peaceful moments of solitude. As I rounded the corner I saw a young man getting out of a late model mid-sized Buick sitting in the driveway. He was a clean cut looking guy in his mid twenties and gave me a friendly wave as he walked around the car to open the door for his wife.
"Hi neighbor," he smiled as waived.
I raised my coffee mug in a friendly gesture and welcomed him in return. I scoped out the inside of the car for signs of kids and thankfully didn't see any, the only other occupant seeming to be his wife, a pretty, youngish looking brunette. I slowly started walking towards them to get introduced as he opened his wife's door. She seemed to struggle a bit to get out and he reached in to help her after opening the door. I wondered if she might be disabled and thought I might offer some assistance.
"Can I give you a hand?" I offered and quickened my pace.
"Nah, we'll be okay." He waved me off and helped her out. I could instantly see the reason for her struggle as she exited, about 8 months of pregnant belly.
By then I had reached them and stuck out my hand. "I'm Tom. Tom Redding."
"Mike Brownfield," he replied as we shook hands. "This is Shelly and," patting her belly, "Bob or Sarah."
"Hi Tom," Shelly smiled and extended her hand. "We'll introduce you to him or her in another month or so," she placed her hand on top of her belly and lightly patted it. We had a little laugh at this small joke and I began taking a liking to my friendly new neighbors.
Mike quickly excused himself and went to talk to the movers, leaving Shelly and me standing by the car. She told me they had met and dated while in college and had gotten married after graduating; Mike had gone to work in the local office of a national corporation and Shelly had pursued her own career goals. About a year earlier Mike had gotten a nice promotion and salary increase and they decided to jump into the American dream of buying a house and starting a family.
Shelly was a delight to talk to and we were soon casually chatting more like friends than new neighbors. We talked for about 20 minutes before Mike rejoined us. The movers had started hauling their furniture in and he needed Shelly's help to direct the placement of the furniture, distribution of boxes, etc. I offered Mike my help if he should need it in rearranging anything after the movers left. He said he would keep it in mind and I returned to my back yard as they went into their house.
I refilled my coffee cup, reclined in my chaise lounge on the deck, and reflected on my new neighbors. They both seemed to be well mannered and educated and I looked forward to establishing a good neighborly relationship with them. Especially Shelly.
For some reason this young mother-to-be had captivated me. She was cute and bubbly and I could see why Mike had fallen for and married her. She wore her hair short, just barely touching her shoulders, and her green eyes seemed to sparkle and dance when she laughed. Her nose was slightly upturned and rested over a thin yet full pair of lips. Her body frame was overall kind of smallish in size, she stood about 5'4", and I imagined she had been rather petite before she became pregnant.
I don't know where the thoughts came from but I suddenly found myself building a pre-pregnant naked image of Shelly. I imagined her with about 34B breasts, a trim 24" waist and probably 34" hips. I pictured her with quarter-sized areolas that became bumpy when aroused, centered around hard ½" nipples. Nestled below her trim belly would be a full yet trimmed bush of hair that would glisten with her dew when she was wet.
Her image was morphing into her current pregnant state and I imagined how it would feel to heft her swollen breasts and bury my head between them. To suck her nipples and lick my way down over her bulging belly to her wet pussy and suck on her puffy labia, then rolling her over and sinking my hard dick into her. I could feel myself getting hard when my reverie was broken.
"Hey Tom." It was Mike. "I hope I'm not imposing but I can use a bit of help."
"Uh, sure. What 'cha need?" I almost felt guilty facing him after having had such thoughts about his wife.
He needed some tools to put together a couple pieces of furniture and since he didn't know where his tools were in the mess asked if he could borrow some of mine. I normally wouldn't lend my tools to someone I barely knew but I liked the guy, and I guess to kind of assuage my feelings of the nasty thoughts I had about his wife, we went to my garage and got what he needed. He turned down another offer of my help and went home while I stood in my garage, my thoughts returning to Shelly. "Shit, Tom," I chastised myself. "You're thinking about fucking your new neighbor's pregnant wife. Get a hold of yourself!"
I figured a few hours of hard work would probably clear my head and went out to my gardening shed to haul out the mower and some lawn tools. I spent the rest of the morning and early afternoon mowing and cultivating, and the concentration on my yard work had indeed refocused my thoughts. I kicked myself for the thoughts, after all how could a pretty 25 year old or so married woman like Shelly find anything interesting in a 58 year old man like me anyway, especially when she was expecting a baby. Oh, well, I thought, just a passing nasty thought and brushed the process away as I headed to the shower.
After cleaning up I made a pitcher of lemonade and went back outside to relax. I wondered how Mike and Shelly were coming along with their chore and decided to pay them a visit. Figuring they might like something cold to drink I loaded a tray with the lemonade, a couple of glasses and a bucket of ice and headed next door.
My knock wasn't answered but from the commotion going on inside I felt nobody probably heard it. I opened the door and stuck my head inside. "Hellooo," I said in a raised voice.
Shelly came around from a corner wiping her hands. "Hi Tom," she grinned. "Come to help?"
"Hi, Shelly, where's Mike?"
"Right here," he said as he also rounded the corner. "Hi 'ya, Tom."
"Hey, Mike," I acknowledged. "How's things going."
"Pretty good. I really appreciate the loan of the tools, they're coming in handier than I thought."
"Your welcome. Listen, I thought you guys might like something to drink. How about a nice glass of cold lemonade?"
"Yeah." "Sounds great." They replied in unison.
We went to sit at the dining room table, the only place that was reasonably cleaned and set-up. I heard them both utter an audible sigh as they sat down and I filled the glasses. They almost immediately drained the first glass before relaxing a bit as I refilled them. I could tell they had been putting in a solid days work, they were both sweating and had scattered dirt smudges, but for some unknown reason I found my attraction for Shelly growing again.
She was wearing a summer weight maternity top and I could clearly see her bra through the thin material. Her tits filled the cups fully and her nipples pointed out at the front. I briefly had that flash from my earlier minds-vision of their swollen nakedness and felt my dick twitch. "Stop it, Tom," I told myself and tried to be sure not to dwell on staring at Shelly. I alternated my gaze between them so as not to be obvious where my true attention was as we talked.
"Tom," she raised her glass towards me in a salute, "this tastes great. Thanks," she smiled.
"Yeah, buddy," added Mike. "I'll second that." He tipped his glass back and drained it. "But this isn't getting anything done. I gotta get back to work."
"Mike," Shelly stopped him. "If you don't mind I'm gonna sit here with Tom for a bit longer and have another glass of lemonade. I'm a bit tired."
"Sure, honey," Mike smiled. "That'll be fine. I don't want you to overdo yourself. I'll be up in the bedroom if you need anything."
She returned his smile and watched him walk away then slid her chair back and slumped down the seat. "This was really thoughtful of you, Tom," she gave me a radiant smile. "I owe you one."
Her slumping motion had caught my attention and I couldn't help from dropping my eyes to her midsection. She was wearing loose fitting shorts and the smooth skin of her thighs looked oh so tempting. Realizing I must have been staring I jerked my eyes up only to find out I had been caught.
I was surprised that she didn't say a word or act concerned, but I did notice she raised the corners of her mouth - almost like a small grin - as we continued talking. As hard as I tried, I simply couldn't stop my gaze from wandering over her body as we talked.
I tried to be as discreet as possible but she was on to me and I would swear was actually encouraging it. She had begun to stoke her belly with the palm of her right hand and occasionally would run her thumb over the nipple of her drooping breast.
How the hell was I supposed to ignore this? I felt my cock getting hard and was afraid that she would see my bulge so I tried to surreptitiously rearrange my hardened prick down the right leg of my shorts so it wouldn't be obvious. I wasn't as slick as I thought though and I noticed her gaze had momentarily followed my rearranging hand. I tried to make small talk, I really couldn't concentrate on anything that would be more than casual.
"I hope everything's coming along okay," I mentioned, trying to find a subject.
"I hope so too," she said kind of heavily. Her tone had caught my attention and I swear she ran the tip of her tongue over her upper lip. "I think everything is coming along just like I want it to, but I'm getting kind of hot." It might have been an innocent statement on its own, about their work in the house, if I hadn't noticed her dip her hand down between her legs and stroke it over her pussy mound.
I couldn't figure out what was going on, was she coming on to me or was I letting my imagination take over my thoughts. I was pretty sure she was acting intentionally so I decided to play along to see if I actually did have a chance to fuck this little honey. It didn't bother me that she was pregnant, in contrast it excited me that much more. My wife and I had fucked throughout her pregnancies and it brought back some erotic memories; she had been hotter than a firecracker and couldn't seem to get enough of my hard dick. I wondered if Shelly was of the same ilk. Maybe Mike wasn't up to fully satisfying her.
I decided to find out for sure. I had been sitting with both of my feet on the floor and made a slight show of bringing my right foot up and crossing it over my left knee. This had the effect of bringing my bulge into sight and tightening the material of my shorts over it so that there was no doubt about my hardened state. I had kept my eyes fixed on hers and, sure enough, when I shifted my legs her eyes drifted down to my crotch and lingered exactly where I wanted them.
"Yeah," I said softly, "it is kind of warm in here." I dropped my hand and squeezed my bulge, continuing to watch her reaction. "I'm getting hot too." She glanced up and looked into my eyes for a few seconds before returning her stare to my prick.
We sat silently for a while, our eyes looking into each others when they weren't roaming over each others bodies. Shelly had spread her legs slightly and was openly rubbing her pussy and kept her eyes locked on my dick as I continued to squeeze it.
"Tom," she uttered, "would you think me a slut if I asked you to move your hand away so I could admire you?"
"Admire me?" I knew what she wanted but I wanted her to tell me so there would be no mistake.
"Admire your prick!" she husked. Her breathing had deepened and her nipples were prominent knobs through her bra. "I want to admire your cock."
I dropped my hand and crossed my legs tightly to make my bulge more noticeable. Shelly leaned forward toward my crotch, spread her legs more widely open and reached her fingers up the leg of her shorts. I heard her moan slightly as I saw her fingers slide up the inside of her thigh and start wiggling against her pussy lips.
I slid my hips down the chair a bit and straightened my legs out, then rearranged my dick so that the shaft was lying straight up my crotch with about the top inch or so of the underside exposed above the waistband of my shorts. I scooted my chair closer to her so she could 'admire' me more closely then started stroking myself through my shorts.
"Is thus what you wanted to admire Shelly? Did you want to admire my hard dick while you play with your pussy?"
"Yesss!" she hissed. "Oh yesss! I want to see it Tom. Please." She was almost begging. "Please show me your cock."
I wanted to and was close to whipping it out when the insanity of the whole scenario struck me. I was sitting in the dining room of the new neighbors I had met only that morning, getting ready to expose myself to the masturbating, pregnant wife while her husband was working upstairs.
"No Shelly," I denied her with great restraint. "I can't. We gotta stop this. Mike's just upstairs and could come down any time."
"Oohh, pleassee. Let me see your dick. Mike won't be down for a while," she was pleading and furiously rubbing herself. "I know what he's doing. I know what I'm doing. You can. I can. We can. Please. I need to see your cock, Tom. Show it to me."
"Fuck it," I thought and dismissed all caution. Still sitting in my chair I reached inside my shorts, hauled my dick and balls out and started stroking myself. "Here it is Shelly. Here's my cock. Is this what you wanted to see?"
She was highly aroused and was biting her lower lip as she stared at my turgid pole. She glanced up at me with a look of wanton lust on her face and I felt her free hand crawling up my thigh. I sensed she was seeking my approval to touch me and nodded my head. "Sure, baby, you can do it for me," and I removed my hand; it was almost immediately replaced with hers.
She wrapped her fingers around my shaft and stroked me with a steady rhythm, stopping every few upstrokes to rub her thumb around the ridge of my glans and across the slit. She had scooted her ass to the edge of her chair when she started jacking me, spread her legs even wider, removed her hand from the leg of her shorts and slid it down under the waistband to cup it over her pussy. She let out a slight sigh and from the movement I saw she had evidently started fingering herself.
Since we were now touching I leaned forward and reached out and placed my hand on her swollen belly. I massaged her briefly, reveling in the soft firmness of her pregnancy, and then slowly moved my hand upward beneath her top and under her bra until I was hefting her swollen right breast in my hand. Her tit felt as I had imagined and her nipple was stiff against my palm as I molded its softness while she jacked my dick and fingered herself.
My wrist had pushed the bottom of her bra upwards so that both of her breasts were freed and I let my hands drift between the two as I fondled them and rolled her nipples between my fingers. I thought I felt a bit of dampness on my fingers as I played with her tits and wondered if her she had begun to lactate and my ministrations had drawn out some of her milk.
Shelly has straightened slightly and lolled her head backward when I started playing with her breasts. She stopped jacking me, but still had her hand firmly wrapped around cock, and quickened the pace of her own masturbation, her eyes closed on her thrown back head as she groaned a throaty, hissing "Yesss!"
She started sliding slowly off of her chair so that she was sitting on her knees, then removed her hand from her shorts and offered it up to me. I could smell her musty scent as her fingers neared my face and I eagerly sucked them into my mouth, savoring the taste of her juices. Holding her hand in mine, I swabbed my tongue over her palm and licked between her fingers as we looked directly at each other.
She slipped her fingers out of my hand and slowly moved her hand down towards my crotch, at the same time leaning forward and resting the side of her face against my right thigh. Her eyes were focused on my cock as she began jacking me again, the fingers of her free hand tracing through my pubic hair to cup and knead my balls.
It had been so long since I had felt a hand other than my own on my dick and, combined with the illicit nature of this whole scene and the close proximity of her husband, I was aroused beyond belief. Had we been alone I don't doubt that I would have laid her down and fucked her right there on the floor, but that was out of the question, so I figured I'd settle for a hand job. I hoped that Shelly had been correct that Mike was so absorbed in his work that we wouldn't be disturbed for I soon felt myself on the verge of cumming.
"Shelly, I'm gonna cum baby. Watch out." I wanted to warn her so that she could distance herself and not be sprayed by any of my load that could leave telltale spots.
"Oh yeah, do it. I'm wanna cum too," she moaned, removing her hand from my balls and reaching back inside her shorts to her pussy. I was surprised when rather than leaning backward to avoid my cum she plunged her head forward and swallowed my cock in her mouth. She flicked her tongue on my glans as her head bobbed up and down and it only took a few seconds of her sweet sucking sensations before I felt the cum roiling down my shaft. I grabbed her head and pulled it into to my pubic hairs as my load blasted from the end of my dick and down her throat.
She uttered an "Mmpphh" as her throat muscles milked me, and I felt her simultaneously stiffen as her own orgasm tore through her body. She kept her head buried in my crotch and sucked on me until she knew she had gotten my entire load, then slowly drew her head backwards and lifted her face to look me in the eyes as my dick inched out of her mouth, a small drool of cum escaping from the corner.
"Thanks, Tom," she looked at me dreamily. "I just love sucking a man's dick and swallowing his cum, but Mike..." Her expression turned wistful and she let the sentence trail off.
I was curious where she had been going with that statement and was going to pursue it but I heard Mike moving around upstairs and thought it prudent to get rearranged. I stuffed my softening cock back into my pants and pulled Shelly up so we were face-to-face. We looked deeply into each others eyes and brought our lips together for a slow tender kiss. Her lips felt and tasted as wonderful as I knew they would and I could have kissed her for hours, but that would have to wait until next time - and I knew there would be a next time.Breaking our kiss, I pushed her gently backwards into her chair then leaned forward and held both of her hands in mine. "Shelly, I don't know what prompted this but I'd like to talk to you to find out more. But for now," I smiled at her and kissed her hands, "your welcome and Thank You.
"Right now, though, I think you better go upstairs to check on Mike, I don't think it would be too good for either of us if he came down here to see you and got a whiff of this room."
I stood up and pulled her with me. The top of her head reached to just above my chin and I kissed her hair, then tilted her face up with my fingers and gave her a soft peck on the lips. "One more thing, young lady," I looked her in the eyes, "you better be careful because if you keep treating me like this I might just fall in love with you."
"Oh, Tom," she playfully tapped my chest, "don't be a kidder." She then turned serious. "I promise I'll explain everything when we can have some time together without Mike around. How about Monday morning, can I come over for coffee after he leaves for work?"
"For coffee?" I raised an eyebrow and smiled.
"Well..." she returned my smile. "Go home. I'm going up to see Mike."
I gave her hand a tight squeeze and headed to the door as she headed to the stairs.On Sunday morning I was sitting at my picnic table in a T-shirt and loose fitting shorts having coffee and reading the paper. Glancing at the paper would probably be more accurate, as my thoughts were more on my previous days tryst with Shelly than on the news articles; my emotions were running the gamut from guilt to a twinge of hope for additional sexual contact.
I couldn't figure out what could have possibly prompted her to come on to me and suck my dick, I certainly hadn't initiated it. I was certain it must have something to do with Mike, but what could it be. They seemed to be happy together; after all, purchasing a new home is not something that couples do if they are having marital problems. I wished I knew what Shelly had meant by that "but Mike..." statement. Well, she told me she would explain things Monday morning so I guessed I would just have to wait.
I was tossing these thought around, wondering if I would have a chance to further experience Shelly's body or if it had been a one-time slip on her part, when she suddenly appeared from around the corner. It was an unexpected visit and though it was nice to see her, she had caught me totally off guard.
"Good morning Tom," she chirped. She was carrying my tray, pitcher and glasses I had forgotten on Saturday. "I thought I'd return these to you, I've already got a big enough mess to straighten out without you adding to it."
She was wearing a typical maternity style top held up by shoulder straps that left the tops of her breasts exposed and a skirt that fell about mid thigh. The top draped loosely over her swollen breasts and belly and hung to just over her skirt, but was cut so low on her chest that a generous amount of the tops of her breasts were exposed. As she neared me it was apparent she was bra-less, as her nipples were clearly poking through the material. It seemed to be more than I thought would be normal for a young married woman to be wearing when she went to visit an older male neighbor.
I tried not to stare at her large tits freely swinging under her top as she walked towards me and managed to get out a "Hi Shelly". When she got to the picnic table she flashed me a smile and gave me a quick kiss on my cheek as she set the tray down.
"This is a nice surprise. I really didn't expect to get a chance to see you and talk with you until tomorrow."
"Well, Mike's gone to the store to get some cleaning supplies and other things so I'm probably home alone for at least the next hour or so, and I thought I'd pay you a surprise visit. How about some coffee?" she asked.
"Uh, yeah, sure. I'll go get it." I hurried to the kitchen to get her coffee. I didn't know what to make of her volunteering that info about Mike being gone but couldn't help but take it as a suggestion that we would have some time alone.
She was bent over leaning on her arms and reading the paper when I brought out her cup. The front of her top had fallen forward and I had an unobstructed view of most of her bare breasts when I set her cup down. They hung down from her chest like two cantaloupes and I could see her hard nipples and the top edge of her areolas. I didn't try to hide or disguise the direction of my eyes as I gazed down her top at her bared tits as I was sure she was posing for me and dressed this way solely to expose herself. She glanced up, and smiled when she saw me staring but made no effort to adjust or pull up her top.
"Nice tits," I muttered as I sat down next to her.
"Huh?"
"I said you've got nice tits."
She looked at me and smiled. "Thanks. Sometimes I think they're getting too big, you know since I started lactating."
I had straddled the bench seat when I sat back down so that I was facing her. She turned to look at me then raised herself up and swung her left leg outward so that she was also straddling the seat and we were face to face.
I reached out and clasped both of her hands in mine and we sat and looked at each other in silence for a moment. We both began to speak at once and just as suddenly both stopped out of courtesy for the other at the same time.
"Alright," I quickly began before she started, "I need to say something first. I'm sorry and I apologize if I led you to do anything yesterday afternoon that you hadn't intended. I feel badly that I got an erection while we talked and if that prompted you or led you on in any way."
"You didn't do anything wrong, Tom. If you remember, it was me who started fondling myself in front of you before you did anything. I was totally aware of what I was doing and the effect it would have, and everything that happened was just what I wanted."
I was confused. "You mean you had planned to seduce me and suck my dick?"
"Uh huh. Shortly after we first met," she cast her eyes down then looked back up at me. "Please, Tom, like I asked you yesterday, don't think I'm a slut or a whore or even an easy woman. I'm not, but I am definitely a cock sucker and love to suck a man off until he cums in my mouth, and Mike won't let me do that."
"What?" It was incredulous thinking that a normal man would turn down a load swallowing blow job from a woman as attractive and alluring as her. "Is there something wrong?"
"Oh, no," she answered quickly. "Mike and I love each other deeply and our marriage is wonderful, it's just that he has some strange ideas about sex."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, we both love sex and ever since we first met have fucked in every position imaginable, even some we made up ourselves, whenever possible."
She looked to be getting a bit red in the face and seemed to be fidgeting a bit. "Shelly, if it's uncomfortable or embarrassing for you to be telling me this, you don't really have to. It's not something I really need to know."
"I'm okay, and I really do need to tell you this. You see, when I entered my seventh month Mike almost shut down sexually. He seems to think that full sex after the sixth month will damage the baby."
'Huh!? What's that!?"
"I know it's a bunch of bullshit, but somewhere, somehow, he's gotten some really weird ideas. He thinks..." she looked at me deeply and almost sadly. "Please, as weird as this may sound promise you won't laugh."
"I promise," and steeled myself.
"He thinks...he thinks that if he continues fucking my pussy he could poke the baby in the head, my swallowing his cum could cause deformities from an overdose, and he won't suck my tits because it could deprive the baby of my milk," she rambled off. "So for about the last two months about all we've done is play with each other for a while, do a little oral on each other, then he fucks me in the ass."
I almost did laugh but remembered I'd promised so I managed to stifle it, but I couldn't suppress a slight grin.
"Tom! You promised!"
"I'm sorry, honey, I truly am," and patted her hands "but I can't remember ever having heard anything so bizarre."
"Tell me about it! So for the past few weeks I haven't had a dick anywhere in me other than up my ass, and that's really starting to get old." She grinned a bit and I was glad to see her lighten up. "So when I met you yesterday I decided to try to get you to do something to me. You seemed nice right from the beginning, you were real sweet to bring us the lemonade, and I felt that because of your age I might be able to get some relief from you without fear of any attachment."
"Because of my age?" I kidded her. "Well if I'm so old what made you think I could still get it up? Huh?"
"I didn't mean that," she seemed hurt. "I meant..."
"Ssshh," I placed my finger against her lips. "I know what you meant," I smiled to reassure her. "I'm just playing with you."
I leaned forward and kissed her forehead. Even though there had been a bizarre twist in her tale, I couldn't help but imagine her fucking Mike with abandon and pictured her as a sexual wildcat. I was still holding out hope that I would find out for myself and started getting a hard on thinking of getting naked with her and releasing her pent up passion.
"That's what yesterday was all about. I really needed a cock, was certain I could trust you and took a chance. So you see, you didn't do anything wrong. I purposely seduced you for my own selfish pleasure and wanton desires. And if I may venture a guess," she laughed, "you really didn't seem to mind too much. And from what I can see," she flipped her fingers over my shaft, "you've still got some pleasant memories."
"Touché"
"Anyway, thanks for the cum refill, Tom." She leaned forward and pulled our heads together with one hand, placed her parted mouth over my lips, separated them with her tongue and pushed it in until it met mine. She reached down with her other hand and squeezed my dick while we kissed.
Oh yes! I thought, and moved my right hand to grasp her thigh. With my thumb on the inside I slowly caressed her soft flesh, rubbing up and down and gently playing with her flesh with my finger tips. She sighed slightly when I touched her and began jacking me through my shorts.
I scooted closer to her so that my knees touched hers and forced her legs further apart, and reached my left hand under her top to mold her breasts; I had barley had to touch them before her nipples hardened, confirming to me her pent-up passions. I let my right hand slowly walk its way up her thigh and the further I went I sensed a warm heat emanating from her crotch.
Separating our lips I moved my mouth off of hers and kissed my way along her cheek and down to the nape of her neck. Beginning at the point where her shoulder joined her neck I kissed and mouthed my way up until my mouth was next to her ear then started nibbling her ear lobe and licking inside her ear.
"Oh, Tom, I love that," she quietly rasped, then turned her head to bring our lips back into contact.
As we made oral love with our mouths, flicking our tongues against each others while exploring the insides of our mouths, I moved my right hand from her thigh to her other breast so that I was fondling both of her swollen tits with both hands. They felt so soft yet hard, and when I rolled her nipples between my fingers I felt a wetness and knew for certain that she had begun to lactate. This brought back a flood of memories of the pleasures I had had playing with my wife's tits when she was pregnant and I just had to have more.
I broke our kiss, took my hands off of her tits and grabbing the bottom of her top started pulling it upwards, Shelly hesitated a moment when I moved my mouth away from her, but when she felt me pulling on her top she knew what I was doing and put her arms up so I could remove it.
I laid her top on the table and sat back and admired her topless form. Her breasts were breathtaking. They appeared somewhat swollen, probably from a storage of breast milk for her upcoming delivery, and hung done on her chest. They still maintained their form and tried to sit up, not hanging down and being floppy as some women's breasts do when they are in advanced pregnancy. Her areolas were deep pink in color, about 3 inches wide and covered with tiny bumps. Curiously, her hardened nipples were slightly off-centered, but they jutted out about ¾" and were leaking a small drop of her milk.
As I gazed down her body I marveled at her distended pregnant belly, it was streaked with stretch marks from the baby pushing against her flesh and her navel was poking slightly outward.
"Shelly, you are absolutely, fucking beautiful," I uttered.
I couldn't help myself from caressing her gorgeous melons and returned both of my hands to begin fondling them again, gently squeezing them from her chest and working towards her nipples, trying to see if I could coax them to issue more of their life giving liquid.
It only took a few moments before I noticed the leakage from her nipples had increased, and as I molded her flesh I actually saw them began to release a drop our two onto her stomach. I was so aroused by this that without a word I threw away all caution and bent down to lick the discharge from her left nipple.
When I looked up for her reaction she put her hands behind my head and brought our mouths together in a passionate slobbering kiss. I could hear her moaning through the kiss and as I molded her left tit with my right hand I dropped my left hand down and lightly caressed and smoothed my hand over her belly.
"Oh, God, Tom," she moaned, breaking our kiss. "Don't stop. You're making me so fucking hot." I felt her scoot forward as she dropped her right hand from behind my head onto my crotch. She grabbed my cock and squeezed it through my shorts for a moment then released it and stuck her hand up the leg of my shorts, groping for my dick; I hadn't put on any underwear after my morning shower so she soon had her fingers wrapped around my bare shaft.
Rather than resuming our kiss I let my head drop down her chest and licked at the valley between her tits. I could taste her salty flesh as I licked and kissed from her valley to the top of her right breast, slowly mouthing her until I reached her leaky nipple. I placed my mouth over her areola and, sucking at the entire area as my tongue flicked at her nipple, was rewarded with a small spurt of her milk.
"Aaiiieee!" she cried and pulled my head to her. "Suck my milk filled tits! Drink my fucking milk."
Not needing any encouragement I eagerly suckled her and within seconds was drawing a squirting yet steady flow of her titty milk into my mouth. She was moaning and playing with my dick as much as the confines of my shorts would allow as she breast-fed me. I let my left hand wander down and over her belly until I touched the elastic waist band of her skirt then began to wriggle my fingers underneath, reaching down towards pussy. Given the way things were happening, I wasn't really surprised to find she wasn't wearing panties.
She evidently hadn't been lactating for too long, as the spurts from her right tit soon slowed then stopped. I wasn't ready to stop though and switched over to begin my oral ministration on her left breast. By this time I had managed to force my hand completely under her skirt and was cupping my hand over her bushy pussy mound. I felt a slight coating of her juices on her pubic hair, and reaching my finger to her pudendum slowly drug it up between her wet labia.
She stiffened slightly when my finger grazed over her clit and she let her hand rest motionless on my dick. She pulled my head off her tit and when I looked up at her our eyes locked. "Let's get naked," she said and stood up. I sat there and watched as she slowly pulled and tugged her skirt down to her knees, then pushed it rest of the way down with her feet and kicked it off.
"Well, stud, wadda' think?" she smiled invitingly, her hands on her hips and one leg slightly in front of the other
I sat there mesmerized as I let my eyes devour her. I hadn't seen a naked pregnant woman in years and I had forgotten how alluring they could be. Even though the sight of her breasts and belly wasn't entirely new to me, seeing them stacked on top of her broadened hips and bushy pussy was a totally different sight.
"Firstly, I repeat my prior statement. You are absolutely, fucking beautiful. Secondly, and don't take this wrong, Mike's a fucking idiot. If you were mine I'd be sticking my dick into you every chance I got."
I thought I saw her blush a bit and she seemed to be a bit shy as she thanked me for the compliment. I started to stand to remove my shorts but she held up her hand to stop me.
"No, stay seated. I want to take your shorts off." She put on a kind of show for me and sashayed slightly as she slowly moved toward me.
When she was directly in front of me she bent forward and grabbed for the legs of my shorts. Now it was my turn to stop her.
"Wait a minute Shelly," I placed my hand on her chest. When she stood back up her tits were at my eye level, and straightening my back up I leaned forward and sucked her left tit back into my mouth. She had stopped my suckling before I had drained that one and I wasn't about to let this chance for some liquid titty sucking to get away.
She leaned forward and placed her hands on my shoulders to brace herself and groaned. "Yesss Tom! Suck my milk, suck me dry."
Since my hands were free I reached my left one up to mold her right tit and slipped my right hand between her thighs. She spread her legs when she felt my hand, giving me free access to the treasure between her legs. I cupped my hand over her mound and resumed my stroking up and down her slit, using my thumb to flick at and rub her clit. Her pussy was hot and sopping wet, and when my finger brushed over and poked at her opening it seemed like her hole tried to pull my finger in of its' own volition.
She squatted a bit a and humped at my hand when I let my fuck finger invade her, using my thumb and index finger to tug at her clit and roll it between them. Her pussy was getting wetter and wetter as I played with her naked body parts and she was riding my finger as I fucked it in and out of her sloppy hole.
"Oh shit, Tom! Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!!' she cried. "I love it. My tits, my pussy, my nipples! Do 'em all!"
Her tit had run dry but I didn't stop sucking her nipple. Instead I began laving my attention back and forth between them both, sucking and flicking my tongue at her hard knobs, and occasionally nipping them with my teeth.
I had let my left hand drop from her breast and was kneading her right ass cheek, molding her flesh and running my fingers up and down her ass crack. When my fingers touched the bottom of her crack and her pudendum, they were wet with her pussy juice and I coated my fingers before dragging them back up. When I felt my finger at her asshole I gently toyed with it then pushed inside. It went in surprising easily.
She wailed and began ferociously humping my hands as I DP'd her with my fingers. She dropped her right hand from my shoulder to my dick and started jacking me.
"Gonna cum, I'm gonna cum Tom." She humped one final time then stopped and clenched her thighs together, trapping my hand. Throwing her head back she cried out and see-sawed back and forth as her juices ran out of her cunt and over my hands.
When she released my hands she slowly lowered herself onto her knees and rested her head on my stomach. She rested for a couple of minutes and played with my still hard dick before looking up at me.
"Thanks Tom," she smiled contentedly.
"Your welcome. It was my pleasure."
"Your pleasure? Oh, I thought I had your pleasure here in my hand," she kidded me with a playful smile and squeezed my dick. "How about some real pleasure?" Grabbing the legs of my shorts she leaned backwards to tug them off.
Having an idea of what she had in mind I raised my hips to allow them to slide off. When my cock cleared the waistband if flopped straight up and Shelly wrapped both hands around the shaft.
"Your cock is beautiful Tom," she said as she rubbed it up and down with her locked hands. "I can hardly wait for you shove it into my pussy, but for now..." she leaned forward and sucked me into her mouth. She engulfed the entire shaft on her first downward stroke and I could feel her throat muscles tickling my glans.
I looked down and watched my shaft disappear and reappear as her head bobbed up and down. It felt wonderful to have my dick surrounded by her warm sucking mouth, but with all of the sexual play we had been engaging in I really wasn't too sure how long I could last before losing it. As I watched her cheeks expand and contract she looked up at me and winked.
She pulled her mouth off briefly, "I'm really thirsty for some cum Tom. I want your spunk in my mouth." As quickly as she stopped, she resumed; all the while keeping her eyes locked on mine.
"No fucking doubt about it," I retorted.
She kept sucking away, rolling her tongue along the shaft. Every once in a while she would stop on a back stroke, take my cock out of her mouth and bend her head into my crotch to suck on my balls for a second, then run her tongue up the shaft and nip me before returning to her sucking and deep throating. It was only a minute or so when I felt it coming and I knew I couldn't stop it. Shelly had me on the verge and I was going to give her that drink of cum she asked for. I grabbed Shelly's head in my hands and pulled her face into my crotch."Get ready you cocksucker, here it comes!" I yelled out an "Ahhh" and Shelly mumbled an "Umphh" around my cock as cum spurted from my dick and straight down her throat. She forced her head backward so that only the first inch was in here mouth and it felt like she was literally drawing the cream from my balls as I climaxed and she sucked.
I released her head and slumped back as she finished me off. When I stopped squirting she moved her head backwards and opened her mouth, showing me the remains of my load pooled in her mouth before swallowing it. She leaned back onto her haunches and ran her tongue around her lips.
"Mmmm, good stuff. I love your cum. Thanks," she smiled.
"Your welcome. And I loved your milk."
"I hope you liked getting it as much as I did giving it. I never knew it would feel so erotic and fulfilling to have the milk sucked from my tits. I think I'm going to like nursing little Bob or Sarah."
"Well, if they ever get filled up and you got extra, keep me in mind." She grinned and we both had a nice laugh.
I reached down and taking her hand in mine pulled her up to sit beside me. Putting my arm around her shoulders I pulled her close and we leaned against each other and quietly enjoyed each others' presence for a while.
I could have sat and held her but I thought about who I was with and where we were at. Glancing at my outdoor clock I saw about 45 minutes had expired and told Shelly we better wrap it up.
"I guess so," she sounded reluctant, then perked up.
"Well, hot stuff, wadda' think, huh?" She was smiling and back to her playful side as we dressed. "You gonna make it the rest of the day or take your old bones inside for a rest? Think you can handle more tomorrow?"
"Oh, I'll make it all right. Just wait. Tomorrow I'm going to fuck you until you can't stand up."
"Ewww. I hope that's a promise."
"It is. Come here." We embraced in a tight warm hug and tender kiss. I gave her butt a love pat, "You better get going. Mike may come home at any time."
"Yeah. Thanks, Tom. Love ya'"
"Me too, babes. See ya' in the morning." I watched as she walked away, giving me that little sashay again and blowing me a kiss over her shoulder. I couldn't wait for Monday.I sat at the picnic table Monday morning and tried to read the paper while waiting for Shelly. My thoughts drifted back to Sunday and I started getting an erection as I anticipated wrapping my lips around her hard nipples and drinking the delicious milk from her luscious tits. I also knew that she was horny as hell and could only think of the wildcat waiting to be unleashed when I slid my hard cock into her long dick-starved pussy.
About a 1/2 hour later I heard Mike leaving and I expected Shelly at any moment, but my morning coffee was affecting me and I figured I'd better go pee before she arrived. I hurried to the bathroom but in my erect state it took longer than normal for me to drain myself.
Expecting to see her when I went back outside I was surprised when there wasn't any sign of her. I sat down to wait when I noticed a small pinkish pile of what looked like clothing lying on the patio. Having a pretty good idea of what I was going to find I could feel both my dick and my heart start to beat harder as I walked toward the pile.
When I squatted down to inspect the bundle I found a flowery robe folded on top of a collection of women's lingerie. It was a matching set of panties, a bra and a nightgown, all transparent and trimmed with tiny little flowers. I could smell Shelly's aroma as I picked out the panties and lightly ran my fingers through them. My curiosity about her being ready for sex was confirmed when I noticed a small wet spot in the crotch.
I rested on my haunches as I fondled Shelly's panties, the head of my now fully hard dick sticking out of the leg of my shorts, and glanced around looking for my naked neighbor. I gave the crotch a quick sniff, a reminder of how she smelled yet a tease to myself as how she might taste, since up to then the only part of me I had actually had inside of her was my fingers.
Standing up, still holding her panties, I took a quick look around the yard, remembering how much she enjoyed it and called for her. "Shelly? Shelly? Where are you?"
"Over here, Tom, by the waterfall."
Shading my eyes I looked over and saw her bent over the flower bed, her ass jutting out so invitingly and her unbridled breasts hanging down and swaying as she moved among the flowers. She straightened up and started walking towards me and I could only stand there drinking in the beauty of her naked form.
"Looks like you found my gift. Do you like how I smell?" I could see a kind of wicked grin on her face as she got closer. "When I was waiting for Mike to leave I started getting horny thinking about your cock and couldn't help but finger myself after he left. I hope you don't mind me wasting an orgasm on myself, but I've got plenty left for you."
Somewhat embarrassed that she has seen me sniffing her panties, I really didn't know how to respond so I just stood there silently as she strolled up to me. My dick was trying to rise behind the leg of my shorts and about half of my bare shaft was sticking out at a 45º angle. Her eyes were directed at my crotch and when she was in front of me she reached down, wrapping her fingers around the exposed portion sticking out of the leg of my shorts.
"I thought you were at a loss for words, kinda like a kid getting caught jacking off by his Mom, but I guess you're letting this do your talking, huh."
Slowly squeezing and massaging my dick with her right hand, she pressed her body against the front of mine. She pulled my head down about six inches in front of her face as she rotated her upper body, her hardened nipples poking through my T-shirt.
"If you like the smell of my pussy so much, why don't you get it fresh?"
She placed her hands on my shoulders and exerted pressure, like she was trying to force me to my knees. It was obvious that she wanted me to stick my face in her crotch so she didn't really need to force me too much.
I looked her in the eyes then stuck out my tongue and swiped it across her lips. "You got something down here any fresher?" and cupped my hand over her furry snatch. She spread her legs to allow me access and when I stroked a finger up her slit I wasn't at all surprised to find her wet.
"Mmmm'" she cooed. "looks like you're finding out, huh."
I let her force me down but controlled the rate of my descent. I pecked little kisses around her mouth and continued downward, lightly kissing and licking her neck and top of her chest to her breasts. I hefted them in my hands and directed her nipples to my mouth to suckle her and drink in her Mother's Milk. She cradled my head in her hands and pulled me to her bosom as I swallowed a few spurts of her ambrosia, and only reluctantly released her hold as I resumed my oral journey to her love nest.
Kissing the underside of her tits I licked along the crease where they joined her chest then trailed my tongue over her pregnant belly and nipped at her outwardly puckered navel. I could smell the scent emanating from her womanhood as my head coursed over the bottom of her belly and neared the juncture of her legs.
Kneeling on the lawn my head was directly in front of her pussy and I reached my hands between her thighs to separate them wide enough for my face. With her thighs opened and her labia separated, the pink inner walls of her mound were just visible through the dark forest of her pubic hair and glistened with the wetness seeping from inside of her. My senses were overwhelmed by her fragrance as I buried my face in her cunt to taste her.
Clenching my hands on the soft globes of her ass cheeks I licked up and down her slit and lapped her juice. Shelly grabbed my head and forced it against her mound as I flicked my tongue over clit and nipped the distended nub, and moaned and humped her hips on my face when I stretched my tongue as deeply as I could to fuck it at her hole.
I thought she was enjoying me eating her as much as I was until she unexpectedly pulled my head out of her crotch, moved her hands underneath my armpits and pulled me erect. When I was on my feet she stuck her hands down the front of my shorts and took my dick in her hands.
"Oh, Tom," she moaned and kissed me. She pulled on my shaft as we exchanged a passionate kiss. "I love you eating my pussy but I came over here to get fucked. I want your cock in my cunt, not your tongue. Get your clothes off and fuck me!"
I wanted to slide my hard shaft up her as much as she wanted it and stepped back to undress. Shelly watched me as I removed my clothes, her gaze fixed on my crotch and, when my prick popped up from being released by my shorts, wrapped her hands around the shaft.
"Yesss," she hissed, "this is what I want." She wrapped her free arm around my neck and pulled me against her as she slowly began to jack me. I moved toward her and grabbed her butt cheeks to pull her on to me but she wouldn't have it.
"No, Tom, not here," she whispered in my ear as she licked my face. "Take me to bed."
We released our holds on each other and I led her by the hand to my bedroom. When we got inside Shelly released my hand, walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. Spreading her legs wide she reached one hand between them and stroked herself, rubbing her other hand in circles over her belly.
"Come on, Tom, I can't wait." She laid on her back with her legs raised and spread and moved her hands to open herself to me. "Bring that big hard cock over her and stick it in me."
My dick pulsed and bobbed as I moved toward her, moments away from fulfilling my lustful dreams of the past weekend. I could see the dark opening of her love tunnel centered in her pinkness and beckoning to me as I stood in front of her. Leaning forward I extended my left arm to the bed to support myself and guided my dick towards her wet opening with my right hand.
Inserting the tip of my shaft I guided it up and down just inside her pink folds until I felt my glans nestled at the entrance of her fuck hole. Shelly had grabbed her legs and pulled them out and backwards and was hunching her hips as she felt my dick slide along the inside of her outer labia.
"Now, Tom, now. Stick that dick up my cunt. Fuck me."
I didn't heed her urging as I slowly slid myself inside and penetrated her. "Oh, Shelly," I almost whimpered, "oh yeah."
It had been so long since I had sex that I just rested with my dick imbedded in her for a couple of seconds, relishing the sensation of having my flesh surrounded by a wet, warm pussy. Even though she was pregnant and I knew that she and Mike had fucked often, her pussy felt snug as it gripped at my shaft. Shit, I thought, why had I denied myself the pleasure of fucking for so long.
"Nngh," she humped at me. "Nngh...nngh...Oh yeah, Tom. Feed me your dick. It feels so good having you inside of me."
I extended my now free right arm to her other side so I was braced on both arms as I thrust in and out of her, sometimes pulling back until I was almost all the way out, then ramming myself forward and giving my hips a slight cork screw motion. I looked down between my arms as we gyrated together, reveling in the feeling of her sopping wetness and the slick coating it was leaving on my shaft.
As much as I enjoyed the slow strokes as they reawakened the feelings of having a woman's cunt clenching at my cock as her wet folds slid over the sensitive flesh of my dick, I soon found myself increasing the speed of our copulation. Shelly responded, timing her hunches to my thrusts, and we had a quick rhythm established.
"Oh yeah...Uh huh...Uh huh," she cried. "That's it. More cock. I want more cock."
"Me too, Shelly, me too. Fuck my dick, ride my meat you horny little cunt."
I grabbed her hips and thrust my pole into her as hard and far as I could. I wished I would have had more dick to give her, for her pleasure as much as my own, but I was already feeding her everything I had.
"That's right, Tom, I am a horny little cunt. Shut up and fuck me. Cram that prick up my dick-starved pussy you bastard! I want it all!" She wrapped her legs around my hips, locking her ankles on my ass, and tightened her leg muscles to pull me in.
We were grinding ourselves together with abandon, each wanting more of the others' sex. Shelly had lubricated rapidly and it soon felt as if I was fucking a wet sponge as my cock slipped and slurped in and out of her wet fuck hole. Her head was lolling from side to side and she had begun to squeeze her tits, causing droplets of milk to ooze from her nipples.
It was erotic and arousing and I wanted it. It wanted her warm mammary milk in my mouth. I had become hooked from suckling her on Sunday and just had to have more. I withdrew from her pussy and stood up, causing her to moan a complaint and ask me why I stopped.
"I want you on top of me Shelly. I want to be able to stuff my pole as far as possible up the hot hole of yours. But even more I want you to feed me your milk while we fuck."
She pushed herself fully on to the bed and rolled on her side while I climbed in and laid on my back, my shaft sticking up like a stick. Shelly rolled over and straddled me on her knees, grabbing my dick and guiding it to her dripping opening then sitting herself down with an "Ummph."
I raised my hands up towards her and we held hands with our fingers intertwined while she balanced herself atop me. As she started fucking up and down on me it actually felt as if more of my dick was able to get into her in this position.
"Oh yeah, Tom," she rasped. I thrust up as hard as I could as she bounced on my dick, the walls of her fuck tunnel tightening and relaxing as they clenched at my invading cock. Shelly suddenly slowed her riding, slowly sliding down on me until our pelvis were joined, gyrating her groin in a few circles, then slowing raising herself until only my glans remained inside of her.
"How about a long slow fuck, huh?" she smiled at me. "As much as I love having you up my cunt, I don't want you to cum too soon you bad motherfucker."
"Whatever you want, baby," I grinned back. "As long as you give me what I want."
"Oh," she reached up to warp her hands around her tits and began milking them. "Does little Tommy want some milk from Mommy's titties," she baby-talked at me. She let my hands go and braced herself on my shoulders, leaning forward and swaying her breasts over my face. Her nipples were swollen and leaking, her areolas a deep red and broken out so they were covered by tiny bumps.
Her bulging pregnant belly resting on my stomach prevented her from bending fully forward to lower her tits to me, but by raising my head I was able to bring my mouth up to suck her nipple inside. I suckled eagerly and was quickly rewarded with squirts of her motherly liquid but it was a definite strain on my neck and difficult to maintain contact. But I wanted more, God, how I wanted more.
I rose up to push her back slightly, then grabbed the pillows and placed them behind me like a wedge. Bingo, just what I needed. When I laid back and pulled her to me again my head was raised enough so that her tits were flush in my face, her wet nipples exactly at mouth level. I wasted no time in sucking the nubs back into my mouth, nipping and sucking on them as they began releasing their sweet flow.
It was obvious Shelly liked it as she exhaled a long drawn out "Ahh" as I suckled her. She paused our mating for a moment, then started riding me again with a renewed vigor.
"Oh God, Tom, I love this," she cried out. "Suck me, honey. Come on, suck my milk filled tits and fuck my pregnant pussy."
I didn't, hell I couldn't, disappoint her. The milk flowing into my mouth as my dick glided in and out of her wet hole had me more aroused than I could remember. I had my hands clasping her ass cheeks as we fucked, and she was milking her breasts as I suckled her. I was alternating my sucking, spending a minute or so on each nipple, and when I moved my head to switch between her teats the spray from the nipple I released squirted on my face and head, rolling down my cheeks and soaking the pillow.
I don't think I had ever before had the feelings I was experiencing at that moment. My whole body was sensitive to the touch. My cock had expanded and throbbed to the point I felt as if it would burst as I felt her grasping muscles on the pulsing veins, and my mouth and face were awash in the sweet warm juice from her lactating breasts.
"Feed me Shelly," my voice was almost a squeak. "Feed me please and fuck me."
"Ungh huh," was about all she responded, "ungh huh."
I felt her release her breasts and pull my face hard against her tits, forcing her nipple into my mouth as far as she could. "Ohhh, drain my tits, Tom. Drink 'em dry."
If I could have I would have fed on her forever, but I felt myself getting ready to explode in an orgasm and pushed her backwards. I wanted her groin meshed against mine and my dick straight up inside her when I shot off so that I could release my load as far up into her baby filled womb as possible.
"I'm gonna cum, Shelly. I'm gonna cum, honey."
"Me too, Tom," she panted. "Fuck me hard! Stuff me. Cram your meat up my pussy."
I bent my legs at the knees and formed a kind of back rest that she could lean against as we rutted to our climax. I reached my hands up again and we held on to each other as we pounded together.
"Aiieee," she screamed and squeezed my hands tightly as she pounded down one final time and lost herself in her orgasm.
I let out a shouted "Shit" as I felt my balls constrict and the cum blast out of my cock. My orgasm was so powerful I felt myself shuddering and shaking as my jism spurted from my dick.
I have no idea how many loads I spurted into her, but each one seemed to intensify my feelings as Shelly also shuddered through her own climax, her cunt holding my shaft tight and still inside of her sheath as her muscles rippled and milked me.
She released a flood that mixed with my own, and our combined fluids leaked from the sides of her cunt as our sexes pulsed in time and unleashed their juices.
It probably didn't last more than a minute when we peaked, but that had to be the most intense minute of my entire life. We still had our hands clenched together while we rode our pleasure wave, and maintained the contact as the thrills passed through our bodies before slowly subsiding.
When I started to regain control of my senses I looked up at her just as she was opening her own eyes. I straightened my legs as she sat upright and rolled off of me. I stuck my right arm out on the bed and when she was off of me curled it to roll her on her left side and pulled her against me. I turned my head towards her and we just looked into each others eyes.
"Wow," she smiled at me after a moment. "You sure do know how to show a girl a good time."
"Me?" I exclaimed in mock astonishment. "I was just about ready to call 911 for myself."
We laughed at our little joke and I bent my head to give her a slow loving kiss. I laid in silence with her for a while as we gazed into each others eyes, then hugged and just laid still.
She had her head resting against the right side of my face when I felt her stir.
"Tom?"
"Mmm?" I turned my head to look at her.
She propped her head against her bent arm and looked at me in what seemed to be a serious manner, then brook into a grin.
"Don't you dare make any morning plans for the next month or so, cause you're all mine until..." and she patted her belly.
"You got it babe," I smiled. "Or maybe I should say, you're gonna get it."
And get it she did.