Wife's Wet Welcome After Waiting

The scent of garlic and simmering tomato sauce hung heavy in the air, a welcome change from the stale office air I’d been breathing all day. Bringing home dinner for the kids was a small act of service, a way to ease the burden on my wife, Sarah, who was currently enduring the brutal realities of her third pregnancy. The constant nausea, the relentless headaches, the bone-deep fatigue – it was taking its toll, and our sex life had suffered as a result. The past two weeks had been particularly barren, a stark contrast to the passionate moments we’d shared in the months leading up to the pregnancy. But tonight felt different, charged with an undercurrent of anticipation I hadn’t felt in a while.

As I stepped into the kitchen, Sarah's voice, low and insistent, cut through the clatter of the children's cartoons playing on the TV. “Please feed the kids, then put them on the couch with a show and meet me in the bedroom.” Her words were a surprise, a gentle but firm invitation that sent a shiver of pleasure down my spine. It wasn't often that she initiated like this, and the thought of her readiness ignited a primal desire within me. The exhaustion of the day melted away, replaced by a potent mix of lust and tenderness.

I swiftly finished preparing the meal, placing plates laden with spaghetti and meatballs in front of the kids. They squealed with delight, instantly drawn to the familiar comfort of their favorite food. As they settled onto the couch, engrossed in a brightly colored animated show, I turned my attention to Sarah. Her face, pale and drawn from the relentless waves of morning sickness, held a subtle softness that only intensified my longing.

The bedroom was cool and dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of lavender from her favorite candle. I quickly shed my clothes, discarding them neatly on the bed, while Sarah followed suit, her movements languid and deliberate. She retrieved her favorite vibrator from the bedside drawer, its sleek plastic body gleaming under the soft light. The silence in the room was broken only by the gentle hum of the device as she positioned it carefully against her clitoris.

My hands moved instinctively, tracing the curves of her swollen breasts, feeling the delicate swell of her stomach beneath my fingertips. Her skin was soft and yielding, a stark contrast to the tight, tense muscles that had been holding her body together for months. The pregnancy hormones were clearly working their magic, amplifying her senses and making her even more alluring.

I began with a slow, deliberate sucking motion, pulling gently at her labia, teasing her sensitive flesh. Her body responded immediately, a series of involuntary shivers rippling across her skin. She let out a small moan, a low, guttural sound that vibrated through my chest. As I increased the pressure, her breathing grew faster, her hips swaying rhythmically against my chest. The vibrator pulsed against her clitoris, sending waves of pleasure that radiated throughout her entire body.

“Oh, God, that feels so good,” she whispered, her voice thick with arousal. “Just like before.” Her words were a revelation, a reminder of the passionate connection we’d once shared. Now, as her body writhed in pleasure, I realized that this pregnancy wasn’t just a burden; it was a catalyst, a force that was bringing us closer together than ever before.

I continued to stimulate her, focusing on her most sensitive areas, encouraging her to push against my hands. The heat intensified, building to a fever pitch. She let out a strangled cry, her body arching backward as she reached the peak of her orgasm. Her breasts swung wildly against my face, leaving a trail of glistening sweat on my skin. The feeling was overwhelming, a torrent of sensation that left me breathless and weak.

As she recovered from her climax, she rolled onto my chest, pinning me down with her weight. Her warm breath brushed against my lips as she began to ride me, her movements slow and deliberate. The rhythmic rocking motion sent waves of pleasure through my body, building into another wave of intense arousal. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the pleasure, letting myself be completely consumed by the moment.

Her swollen breasts pressed against my chest, their weight heavy and comforting. The scent of her skin, mingled with the lingering aroma of the candle, filled my senses. As she continued to ride me, my muscles tensed, my heart pounding in my chest. I felt an overwhelming urge to lose control, to abandon myself completely to the sensations flooding my body.

The pleasure reached a crescendo, a volcanic eruption of sensation that threatened to overwhelm me. My muscles clenched, my breath came in ragged gasps, and my mind emptied of all thoughts except for the exquisite feeling of being consumed by desire. Then, just as suddenly as it began, the wave of pleasure subsided, leaving me weak and spent.

Sarah dismounted, her body trembling slightly. She reached out and gently stroked my face, her touch sending shivers down my spine. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “That was exactly what I needed.” Her words were a silent acknowledgment of the profound connection we'd shared, a reminder that even amidst the challenges of pregnancy, our love for each other remained strong and unwavering.

As I lay there, feeling the lingering warmth of her body against mine, I realized that this pregnancy was more than just a physical transformation for Sarah. It was a rebirth, a new chapter in our lives that was bringing us closer together, deepening our bond, and igniting a passion that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long. The dry spell had been broken, and now, with the arrival of our newest child on the horizon, we could look forward to a future filled with love, lust, and the enduring power of our connection. The exhaustion of the day was forgotten, replaced by the intoxicating sweetness of shared pleasure and the profound joy of being completely present in the moment. It was a perfect night, a testament to the enduring power of desire and the unwavering strength of our love.

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