Wife's Wet Pregnancy Dreams

The rain hammered against the windows of our suburban home, mirroring the insistent ache building within me. It had been a week since Timothy left for choir practice, a week of simmering desire and pent-up frustration. The memory of our last encounter, a hurried, passionate affair fueled by exhaustion and unspoken longing, felt distant, like a faded photograph. Now, stripped bare of his presence, the need had returned with a vengeance. I’d spent the day cleaning, scrubbing away the remnants of his absence, transforming our sanctuary into a haven of anticipation. The scent of lemon cleaner mingled with the lingering warmth of my own arousal, creating an intoxicating blend that heightened my senses.

As the clock ticked towards dinner, I decided to indulge in a long, luxurious shower. The hot water cascaded over my skin, loosening every muscle, preparing me for the inevitable. I began with the meticulous ritual of shaving my legs and the hair above my mound, determined to present myself to Timothy in a state of exquisite vulnerability. It wasn't just about pleasing him; it was about claiming my own body, reveling in its power and pleasure. As the water hit my throbbing clit, I surrendered to the sensation, masturbating with unrestrained abandon. The rhythmic rise and fall of my body, the intense focus on my own pleasure, pushed me further into a state of heightened arousal. Each thrust brought a fresh wave of pleasure, a desperate attempt to fill the void left by Timothy’s absence.

Emerging from the shower, dripping and breathless, I felt an even greater surge of desire. I stripped off my clothes, tossing them carelessly onto the bed, and grabbed one of Timothy’s favorite lingerie sets – a black corset and matching lace-up panties. The smooth, cool fabric against my skin was a tantalizing prelude to the passion that awaited. Just as I was admiring the outfit in the bathroom mirror, my phone rang, shattering the silence. It was Timothy, his voice warm and familiar, announcing his imminent return. A wave of anticipation washed over me, electrifying my senses.

“Hey, baby, I’m leaving church. You wanna get takeout for dinner?” he asked, his voice laced with affection.

“Yeah, sure. That sounds good,” I replied, forcing a casual tone while simultaneously adjusting the corset, pulling it tight across my chest. It wasn't just about looking good for him; it was about feeling powerful, desired, and utterly in control.

“How about Chinese?” he inquired, a playful tone in his voice.

“Perfect,” I answered, a genuine smile playing on my lips.

“Okay, I’ll be home in a few with dinner. I love you,” he said, sealing our connection with a heartfelt sentiment.

“Love you too,” I responded, savoring his words as they filled the room.

As I waited, I applied a generous layer of lipstick, enhancing my lips to an even more provocative curve. Then, I settled onto the bed, my senses heightened, anticipating his arrival. The air crackled with unspoken desire, the scent of my arousal mingling with the lingering aroma of lemon cleaner. Finally, the doorbell chimed, signaling his return. I lay on my stomach, staring out the bedroom door, my body trembling with anticipation.

“Hey, babe, I’m home,” he announced, his voice a low rumble.

I quickly rolled onto my back, presenting myself to him in all my glory. My heart pounded in my chest as he walked in, his eyes immediately drawn to the sight of me, a vision in black lace and leather. He hadn't seen me in this set for a while, and the effect was immediate.

“Wow,” he breathed, his gaze lingering on my curves.

“Welcome home, honey,” I said, my voice a husky whisper, a subtle invitation.

“What brought this on?” he asked, taking a step closer, his fingers tracing the contours of my body.

“Well, baby…” I began, my voice laced with seduction, “I’ve been so horny today. I’ve missed you.” As I rubbed his growing cock, I felt my own arousal intensify, feeding off his desire.

“I’ve missed you, too,” he admitted, simultaneously palming my asscheek. The contact sent shivers down my spine, confirming my suspicions of his unbridled lust.

“Well, get up here and fuck your horny wife, baby,” I urged, my voice dripping with anticipation.

Timothy didn't hesitate. He lunged onto the king-size bed, jumping on top of me and pulling me into a passionate embrace. His kisses were deep and demanding, each touch igniting a fresh wave of pleasure within me. I moaned with delight as he took off my corset, sucking on my nipples with a possessive glee. The sensation was exquisite, a perfect blend of submission and domination.

As he continued to explore my body, his hands delving deep into my folds, I lost myself in the moment, surrendering to the raw, primal pleasure. The scent of his sweat mingled with my own arousal, creating a heady cocktail of desire. We continued to kiss and caress, building momentum, feeding off each other's lust. It felt as though time had ceased to exist, lost in the heat of our embrace.

Suddenly, Timothy shifted his position, pulling me closer, his hand descending between my legs. The touch sent a jolt of electricity through my body, igniting a frenzy of pleasure. “Oh, God, you’re so wet, baby,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire. “Mm-hmmm. I’m wet for you, baby. I need you.” He continued to stroke my clitoris, sending me into fits of ecstatic moans.

As we continued to escalate our passion, I took the initiative, pulling my panties off and sliding off his face, positioning myself above him, facing his feet. He immediately began to devour me, his movements both forceful and tender. I arched my back, surrendering to the pleasure, moaning with each thrust. As he penetrated deeper, the sensation intensified, pushing me closer to the brink of orgasm.

“Oh, fuck… baby, I want you in me,” I gasped, my body shaking with anticipation.

Timothy responded by positioning himself beneath me, guiding his penis into my waiting pussy. The sensation was overwhelming, a perfect symphony of pleasure and pain. As he began to thrust, my body responded instinctively, contracting and expanding with each wave of sensation. I moaned with uncontainable pleasure, lost in the depths of my own arousal.

“Oh, damn, girl. Your pussy feels amazing,” he exclaimed, his voice filled with reverence. “Mm-hmmm. I’m wet for you, baby. I need you.” We continued our frenzied dance of passion, pushing each other to the edge of ecstasy. Finally, as the crescendo approached, I paused, anticipating the inevitable release. “You want doggy, baby?” I asked, my voice breathless.

“Absolutely,” he responded without hesitation, instantly turning me over.

As I lay on my back, facing his feet, he began to pound me relentlessly, his movements growing more frantic with each passing moment. We were both on the verge of losing control, consumed by the sheer intensity of our desire. The world faded away, leaving only the sensation of pleasure and the rhythmic pounding of his body against mine.

“Oh, god! Baby, I’m cumming….. OH, FUUUUUCK, I’M CUMMING!” I shrieked, letting out a primal scream as the release washed over me. My body convulsed with the force of the orgasm, every muscle tensed and relaxed in perfect synchronization. Timothy continued to pleasure me, not stopping until he too had reached the peak of his own ecstasy.

As we lay there, breathless and spent, clinging to each other in a sweaty embrace, I felt a profound sense of contentment. The rain continued to fall outside, but inside our bedroom, we had created our own little paradise, a sanctuary of pleasure and passion. The Chinese takeout would have to wait, as we both knew that we had found something far more satisfying in the depths of our shared desire. And just as he was settling in for a long, luxurious cuddle, I noticed a faint glow on my belly. The realization hit me like a thunderbolt – we were pregnant. As the joy of impending motherhood mixed with the lingering heat of our recent encounter, I knew that this was just the beginning of a whole new chapter in our lives.

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