London Heatwave Lust

The air in the Victorian apartment hung thick and heavy, saturated with the oppressive heat of the London summer. Eight and a half months pregnant, Kelly felt every ounce of it pressing down on her, a constant, uncomfortable reminder of her burgeoning form. The ornate ceiling fan offered little relief, its feeble rotations barely stirring the stagnant air. Alex, her husband, lay beside her, still sawing gently, a pathetic attempt at snoring that only amplified her discomfort. Sleep was a distant dream, stolen by the relentless need to relieve herself, a bladder constantly threatening to burst.

This Wednesday night was particularly brutal. Every half hour, she was forced to haul herself out of bed, navigate the cramped hallway, and endure the indignity of another desperate trip to the bathroom. As she finished, the unfamiliar sensation of engorgement in her labia caught her attention. Curiosity, a flicker in the depths of her discomfort, led her to gently touch her lips, a strange, insistent lust building within her.

She and Alex had enjoyed passionate encounters throughout the first seven months of her pregnancy. But the last six weeks had been barren, a desolate landscape of shared exhaustion and stifled desires. She’d satisfied Alex with a few hand jobs, a perfunctory act meant to keep him content, but it wasn’t enough. The gnawing need for something more, something primal, had taken root. This unexpected surge of lust felt like the answer to her insomnia, a desperate attempt to reclaim a piece of herself.

Sitting on the cold porcelain of the toilet, she began to explore, her fingers tracing the sensitive folds of her clitoris and labia. The pleasure was immediate, a sharp, electric jolt that sent shivers down her spine. She inserted two fingers deep inside, feeling the familiar rush of warm fluid as her juices began to flow. The scent, sharp and salty, filled the small bathroom, intensifying the growing heat within her.

She slipped out of the bathroom, leaving her panties discarded on the floor, and pulled off her nightdress, revealing her swollen body beneath. The sheer size of her breasts, now overflowing with milk, was shocking even to herself. Round, brown nipples strained upwards, pulsing with a desperate need. Her belly, a massive, soft mound, concealed her pubic hair and the vulnerable entrance to her pussy. Despite the advanced stage of her pregnancy, she felt undeniably sexy, a potent mix of vulnerability and power.

She reached out and touched herself between her legs, her fingers caressing her clitoris, while simultaneously running her hands over her breasts. The combination of sensations was overwhelming, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. As she continued her self-pleasure, she noticed Alex still sleeping, a picture of unconscious serenity. A wicked thought flashed through her mind: “I hope he’s dreaming about me, the horny bastard!”

She began to stroke his cock gently, careful not to wake him, her touch light and teasing. It wasn't long before she noticed the subtle rise of his erection, a silent testament to her touch. "Perfect," she whispered, her voice a low, husky murmur. "Just what I needed."

She pulled the sheet off him, revealing his hard, pale member. It wasn’t long or impressive, only about six inches in length, but it was rock hard, a testament to his arousal, and hot with the surge of blood. The circumcised head twitched as she ran her fingers up and down its length, savoring the feel of his skin against hers. She felt a primal hunger awaken within her, a desperate yearning for connection and release.

Knowing she had to come soon, she continued her ministrations, pushing herself closer to the brink. She adjusted her position, leaning over Alex, supporting her weight on her right hand. As she did so, she caught a glimpse of her swollen breasts in the dim light of the bedroom, her tits straining upwards with a desperate desire.

She leaned closer, licking the side of his cock and balls, the taste of his sweat mingling with her own. Then, she took the head of his erect member in her mouth, sucking it deeply, her own lust fueling his arousal. This was the key, she realized, the missing ingredient in her desperate search for pleasure. The sensation was exquisite, a slow burn that intensified with every passing moment.

It wasn’t long before she felt the inevitable pull, the building pressure within her demanding release. She knew she was close, dangerously close. To avoid an unwanted climax, she abruptly stopped her self-pleasure, shifting her weight and straddling Alex's hips. She took his cock in her hand, rubbing the head of it vigorously against her throbbing clit. The pressure was intense, a delicious torture that sent shivers down her spine. Her body responded instinctively, urging her towards the inevitable.

She eased herself over Alex, thrusting down onto his lap, feeling the weight of her body press against his still-hard member. The sensation was exquisite, a wave of heat and pleasure washing over her as she allowed herself to be consumed by the moment. Her tits bounced almost painfully as she shifted her weight, her swollen belly a constant reminder of her pregnancy. She slowed down slightly, supporting herself on her right hand, and inserted a finger into her clitoris, continuing to caress her flesh.

“Come for me now, Alex, come for me,” she moaned, her voice raw with desire. “I need it so badly, baby. You have to make me come, make me come now!”

She felt his cock thrusting in and out of her, the rhythm a frantic, desperate plea for release. Her body took over, prioritizing her need for an intense orgasm above all else. She didn't care about her increased weight, about the discomfort of her swollen body, only about the overwhelming pleasure she was experiencing.

As her orgasm approached, she gasped and moaned, her body writhing in anticipation. She rubbed her clit faster and faster, her voice rising in pitch, pleading with him to push harder. "Make me come, Alex, make me come! God, yes, yes, yes, ohhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Finally, she exploded, a wave of pleasure surging through her sopping wet pussy. It was a powerful, overwhelming release, leaving her breathless and spent. When the sensations subsided, she eased carefully off Alex’s cock, feeling a sense of relief and satisfaction. She knew he was probably close to coming himself, and she had expertly avoided that outcome.

Feeling tired but strangely invigorated, she moved up and over him again, straddling him once more. She took his cock in her hand, rubbing the head of it on her large, throbbing clit. The touch was electrifying, sending shivers down her spine. She felt the pressure build, the anticipation growing stronger with each passing moment.

“Come for me now, baby, give me all that you’ve got,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire. “I want that hot cum in my mouth.”

Alex loved to hear his sexy wife talk like this, and he quickly realized that he was nearing his own climax. He stroked Kelly’s thick blonde hair, encouraging her, while simultaneously twisting her nipples gently between his fingers. He knew she was desperate for release, and he was determined to provide it.

As he came, pumping cum into her willing mouth, she begged him to continue, her voice a mix of pleasure and desperation. He answered her call, pushing his body to its limit, filling her with the very essence of his arousal.

She swallowed the last drops of his cum, keeping them in her mouth as she leaned over and kissed him, savoring the taste of his spunk on her tongue. They embraced deeply, lost in the heat of the moment, clinging to each other as if afraid to let go.

As they lay together on the rumpled sheets, too warm to need any covers, Alex held Kelly tightly from behind, feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude for her unwavering desire. She had awakened something primal within him, a longing for connection and intimacy that he hadn't realized he possessed. They nurtured each other, their bodies intertwined, their spirits intertwined, as they drifted off to sleep, exhausted but content. The night had been a triumph, a testament to their enduring love and lust, a reminder that even in the midst of the sweltering heat, there was always room for passion and pleasure. The future, filled with a growing family, felt both exciting and daunting, but for now, they simply enjoyed the stolen moments of intimacy, cherishing the warmth and connection they shared.

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