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Chapter 8: Pregnancy
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 8: Pregnancy - Boy meets girl, and things get very steamy. It’s a fun romp, with lots of past history for both, and lots of illustrations.
Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Fiction Workplace Exhibitionism Oral Sex Voyeurism Illustrated
Two Years Ago
“Jason, this is crazy! I can’t wear a bikini!”
Jason looked over at his wife. Their room at the Bahamas resort was actually a suite, with a small parlor, and Jason was seated in an armchair facing the balcony. He twisted around and looked at his wife. Amy was standing there in a pair of khaki shorts and a blue t-shirt, and he could see the lines of a very utilitarian bra under the shirt. “Why not? You look great in a bikini!”
“Not anymore, I don’t!” she protested.
Jason smiled. The reason for Amy’s protest was obvious; she was almost five months pregnant! Following their wedding, they had bought a house in Fairfax. Now it was time to start a family. Jason had been very enthusiastic about attempting to knock her up. To be fair about it, Amy had been equally eager and had requested frequent, multiple injections of his ‘baby makers’.
Jason had googled ‘how long to get pregnant’ and learned that it would probably take them five to six months for their efforts to succeed. Amy had laughed and told him to get to work; she gave him a blowjob to ‘clean out the old sperm’ and then laid back on their bed and demanded a fresh load where it would do the most good. In the meantime, Jason booked them a long weekend at a beachfront resort in Bermuda for the Fourth of July weekend. They would be able to either celebrate a pregnancy or Jason would spend their vacation trying to knock up his beautiful wife.
The problem came when Amy missed her period a month later. By the time they began packing for their vacation, Amy was definitely showing; she wouldn’t be able to hide her baby bump.
“Amy...”
“Jason, I am going to look like a beached whale! I know you like me to wear little bikinis but that is out! I barely have the figure for a bikini anyway.”
“What? That is crazy!” Jason protested.
Amy shook her head. “I am way too short for some of the clothes you get me, but I wear them for you. Now? I look like a beach ball! Wait another month or two! It will be even worse!”
Jason got out of his chair and went over to her. “I think you are the sexiest woman I have ever met. Even in an oversized sweatsuit, you drive me crazy! It is all I can do to keep from staying in bed with you seven days of the week. Now? Now you drive me mad!”
“Jason...”, she began protesting.
Jason ended her protest by pulling her into his arms. He put his lips to hers and began kissing her hungrily. He could feel her body responding to him, stiffening and then sagging against him. “I think I need to help you get ready,” he whispered.
Jason walked his wife backwards towards the king-size bed. When her legs touched the bed, he grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt and pulled it up and off before wrapping his arms around her to undo her bra. That he tossed aside. Then he gently pushed her backwards, holding onto her so she didn’t fall. He looked down at her lying on her back and smiled. Her tits had grown along with her belly, and simply looked amazing, large and firm, and her nipples stuck out stiffly. He bent down and pulled her shorts and panties off.
Amy ‘with child’ on vacation
Amy watched hungrily as her husband stripped naked. His cock was already hard when he pulled his briefs off, and she knew she was about to get well fucked. That was what she wanted, too. She had heard the stories about women’s hormones going crazy during pregnancy, and she was living proof of that. By the start of her second trimester, Amy wanted sex constantly! She and Jason had screwed twice last night when they got to their suite, and twice that morning before going down to the restaurant for breakfast. That just seemed to her to be the minimum acceptable amount of sex, and she needed more!
Jason started by kneeling on the floor between his wife’s outstretched legs. In her current hypersexual state he didn’t need to perform any foreplay, since he was certain she was ready for sex. He could smell her musky scent and see her pussy was wet and pulsing open. Still, it wouldn’t hurt to check. A few good orgasms before the main event would probably calm her down. He chuckled as Amy begged him to stop fooling around.
Amy gasped as Jason’s tongue began tracing her pussy lips. Her hands went to his head and pulled him in. She wanted his lips on her clit; for the last few months it seemed to be even more sensitive than usual. “Oh, Jason ... oh God ... don’t stop, don’t stop!” Jason kept teasing her, though, even when she began to beg, “My clitty! Suck my clitty!” After a few minutes, Jason shifted and began licking the little nubbin at the top of her pussy. Then her back arched as she came. Jason had wrapped his lips around her clit and began sucking, ad his index and middle fingers of his right hand slipped inside her, to curl upwards and begin rubbing her G-spot.
Jason enjoyed what he was doing, and Amy’s cries as she came wildly. Her juices were all over his face, making him remember a television commercial from his youth. It was something about ‘getting juicy all over your face’ or something like that. Amy was juicy all over his face. After her second orgasm she grabbed him by the ears and pulled him up. She spread her legs even wider and Jason crawled on top of her, gently, to keep from hurting her.
“Ummm ... Jason, I want your cock!” she said. “Fuck me! Fuck me!”
Jason smiled and positioned himself carefully. He held himself above her and Amy put her fingers between them; her left hand held her pussy lips open as her right hand tugged his cockhead inside. “That is so very nice,” he commented. “Who says pregnant women aren’t fuckable? I am loving this!”
“Fuck me, Jason!”
Jason began pistoning his cock into his wife. His cockshaft was rubbing against her clit on both the instroke and the outstroke, and it was driving her crazy. Then he leaned down, licking her nipples, first one and then the other before switching back. Amy moaned and her legs and arms wrapped around him, to hold him in place and spur him on. Jason kept fucking her, slamming his cock into her pussy as he became more and more excited. Finally, groaning, he collapsed on top of her as his cum blasted into her rippling pussy.
Finished and breathing heavily, Jason rolled off her, taking his weight off her baby bump. “Wow!” he gasped.
Amy rolled towards him, throwing a leg over his. “Yeah, that was a ‘Wow!’” She giggled, “Let’s do it again!”
Jason sat up, gently dislodging his wife. “Stay there.”
Amy rolled onto her back, wondering what her husband was up to. Then her eyes opened wide. Jason had grabbed his phone and was taking pictures of her sprawled on her back, legs spread, and cum leaking out of her pussy. “JASON!” She immediately rolled over, only to hear the Clicks and he kept taking pictures.
A pregnant photo session
Jason grinned. “I love this view, too.”
“NO!”
“This is just part of documenting your pregnancy for your viewers,” he said innocently.
“My viewers? There is no possible way you are showing these pics anywhere!”
“Ehhh.” Jason shrugged and smiled happily, eliciting a quiet shriek from his wife.
Amy grabbed the bedcovers and rolled over, wrapping it around herself as she glared at him. If he felt her anger, he ignored it. Instead he took a couple of last shots and grinned. “Now, you want to get ready and go to the beach? Or do you want to wrestle around on the bed with me some more? I enjoyed wrestling with you, a lot!”
“Do you want to get smacked? You are pushing your luck, buster!” Amy responded.
Jason laughed and went over to the dresser. He pocketed his phone and opened the drawer where he had stashed their swimsuits. For Jason, that was a single pair of swim jams, but when they were packing their luggage, he had packed several of the bikinis they had bought over the last few years. He hadn’t been able to completely swap out her clothes but had been limited to her swimsuits and a few dresses. They were uniformly very small and very sexy. “Here, put this on and we can go.”
Amy groaned and rolled out of bed, leaving the bedcovers a mess. She stood up and grabbed the bikini he was holding and looked at the tiny pieces of fabric. “Let me guess, you left the one-piece suit I bought at home.”
Jason looked at her curiously. “A woman’s one-piece swimsuit? I must have missed that when we were packing. Was it see-through or mesh? Backless? I don’t remember anything one-piece and sexy. Are you sure?”
Amy gave a quiet groan and went into the bathroom carrying the bikini.
Jason added, “If you want just a one-piece, you can leave the top here.” He knew he wasn’t helping his argument, but it was too funny not to keep going.
Amy flipped him a middle finger and closed the door to the bathroom. Before she put anything on, she needed to take a shower. Their ‘wrestling’ had left her sweaty and cum-filled. She emerged from the bathroom twenty minutes later to find Jason back in his armchair in the parlor. “Satisfied?” she asked.
Jason turned to look at her and his eyes suddenly had a predatory gleam. “Wow!” Amy was wearing a very small string bikini, with side ties on the bottom and a string back, in a white mesh that looked solid until it was wet and then turned transparent. The top was a very small string top made of the same material.
“That bad?”
“That good! You look fantastic! Maybe we should stay in anyway.”
“Forget it! You wanted me in this, now you’re stuck with it. You can give me tissues when somebody calls me a fat pig and I end up crying.”
Jason stood and went to her, to wrap his arms around her and kiss her on the cheek. “That will never happen. That is simply impossible.”
“Jason...”
He put a finger to her lips, to stop her protests. “It will never happen, and you know it. Have you ever seen pregnant women in bikinis on the sites we’ve shopped?”
“Well...”
“Did anybody post nasty comments about the women? Or were there only positive comments, about how confident she was and how beautiful and brave.”
Amy grimaced. “They probably took down the nasty comments.”
“And you’re probably wrong. “Besides, do you think you’re the only pregnant woman to visit the Bahamas? You’ll be fine.”
“Jason!”
“Now, put on some flip-flops and grab a cover-up and the beach bag. We’re in the Bahamas! Let’s get some sun!”
“Lunch first,” said Amy.
“Excellent. Then after lunch we can come back here. You shouldn’t go swimming for two hours after eating, so we’ll come back up here and have sex for two hours.
“That is an old wives’ tale. Besides, no way can you... perform ... for two hours straight!”
Jason laughed. “Maybe you just haven’t been motivating me properly?” He headed towards the bathroom, saying, “Out in a minute.”
Amy ignored her husband and pulled a cover-up out of the dresser. She pulled it on and threw a bunch of odds and ends in a beach bag. That was when she was surprised again. Jason came out of the bathroom and said, “I thought you were going to put on a cover-up.”
“I did.” She was wearing a cover-up that was very short and dipped low front and back. It was made from a lacy white fabric, and her bikini was semi-visible through it. It was mid-thigh length and had several slits up the legs to her waist.
Jason shook his head. “That’s not a cover-up. That’s a new dress I got for nice dinners this week. I got several, in white and black, and short and long. You can wear your nice sandals with them.”
Amy stared at him. Three-inch-high sandals and a transparent dress? She took the oversized t-shirt he handed to her and went back into the bathroom, returning carrying the dress, which she tossed back in the drawer. “I hope I can get a refund on your return ticket, because you won’t live long enough to fly home!”
Jason laughed and grabbed the beach bag. “Let’s go to lunch.” He took her hand and pulled her out the door, pocketing his keycard as he went.
Nobody said anything to them as they went down the hall to the elevators, or as they walked through the lobby to the dining room, or as they were seated at table on the veranda. Instead, several couples simply nodded and smiled. Amy began relaxing, though she was sure the gods were waiting for her to take off her shirt. Jason was so dead! She just didn’t know how she was going to kill him! Long and slow, to drag out his torment? Or quick and nasty, to get him out of her life once and for all?
Lunch was quick and tasty, though she avoided the beer that Jason had. Then, after signing the slip, he led her from the veranda down to the beach, selecting a spot in the center of things. Jason set down the beach bag and spread a beach blanket on the warm, white sand. Then he kicked off his sneakers and took off his t-shirt and sat down. “Come on, honey. Have a seat.”