Devoted Intimacy

This quiet Tuesday evening wound down to night as I stepped into my bedroom, stretching and yawning. It has been a long day, and I was glad to bring it to a close. I had worked overtime today, and when I got home I had helped Rhonda with the kids, playing with them and wearing them out while she got a couple household chores done that required her full attention. Just now she was coming up the stairs quietly with the last batch of folded clothes: ours, to be put away. I stepped to the side to let her by, my radiant wife gliding by towards our walk-in closet. I admired her as she began to put the clothes away in our dressers. She was only a couple inches shorter than me, with long curly brown hair the fell past her shoulders. I had always loved her hair, and I think she trusted me when I told her, because she hadn't changed her style in all the years I had known her. She squatted to gather an armful of shirts and I pursed my lips in a smile. She had a fantastic ass; not too big and bulky, but shapely and plenty to grab. She glanced over at me, a mix of emotions crossing her big blue eyes as she blinked at me, “Want to give me a hand?” I stepped over and hung up a few shirts on hangers, brushing against her from time to time. From this angle I could see her in profile, and I was glad for it. I loved the way her lips moved as she murmured her thoughts, filing each article of clothing away in her mind as she did it physically in the proper drawer. She was very pregnant, partway through her third trimester. Her belly was swollen and preceeded her everywhere. I found it sexy, even though she was self-conscious about the look of her midsection, and I made sure to remind her on occasion just how much I loved seeing her grow ever larger with my child. I noticed she wasn't wearing a bra beneath her shirt, and her chest bounced with any major action. I bit my lip thinking about her tits, which were my favorite sexual aspects of her. I had always been more of a boob guy than an ass guy, and her boobs only reinforced that predilection, as I had proven to her hundreds of times over the last six years. They were bigger than ever right now, swollen from her pregnancy, and filled with milk just waiting to be tapped through her large dark nipples, as yet hidden behind her clothes. “There, all put away,” Rhonda said with a sigh as she backed out of the closet with the laundry basket. I stepped out after her and closed the closet door, making no attempts to hide the evidence of my arousal, my sweat pants tented. In fact, I accentuated it by putting my hands on my hips as I turned to her and spoke as though nothing was out of the ordinary. “That's the last of the laundry then?” I asked her innocently. I saw her notice. Her eyes dipped to my crotch area and I saw her face express surprise, scandal, arousal, and playfulness, all coming one after another. She shifted her weight to one leg and propped the laundry basket against her hip as she turned to face me, one eyebrow arched, suppressing a smile. “Yeah, our clothes were last,” she said, a hint of something coloring her voice. “Good. Kids still asleep?” She nodded, “Yeah, Zach was asleep as soon as he crawled into bed a half hour ago, and I just checked on Cindy, she's passed out.” I cast my thoughts to my kids for a moment, making sure once again that everything was in order for them. “I'm glad she didn't have much trouble tonight, the last few nights have been rough for her trying to sleep in that new bed.” “I knew she would get used to it,” Rhonda said, brushing her hair out of her face. I sidled closer to her, my hand delicately touching the globe of her belly as I came in range, “How is it today?” I asked. Her brows drew together slightly as she put a hand to her lower back, “my back hurts, but everything else is fine.” I maneuvered around behind her, and slid my hands around the bottom of her belly, clasping it and lifting ever so gently. I heard her sigh with relief as the pressure was taken off her back, and she leaned back against me. “I love it when you do that,” she breathed. “Your body works so hard, it's the least I can do,” I replied, kissing her cheek. She smiled, then glanced back at me as I held her. “We were so busy after you got home,” she asked, “I didn't get a chance to ask, how was work today? You seem tired.” I shrugged offhandedly, “It was twelve hours. But it wasn't bad, just more of the same.” She nodded, “Did your new boots get broken in yet?” I nodded, “They fit like a glove now.” “Good, I'm glad. I don't like it when you're in pain.” We stood in silence for a moment, me supporting her. My sweat pants were still tented, and I couldn't help but poke her in the butt with it as we stood there together. She shifted in my arms and I let go of her stomach as she turned towards me, glancing up at me as she touched my bulging crotch, suppressing a smile. “What's this here?” she asked coyly. “Oh nothing, just a present I got you.” “A present?” She giggled as she traced the outline of my bulge through my clothes, “I can't wait to unwrap it.” I took her chin in my hand and lifted her face to mine, leaning down to kiss her lips. She met my advance and kissed me lovingly, our kiss growing into a full-on make-out session within a minute. I touched her, and she touched me, and our movements became more and more insistent, my arousal growing with each passing second. Finally, we broke the kiss, panting for breath. “Get on the bed, I'll be right back,” she murmured breathily. She went into the bathroom, and I felt a thrill shoot through me. My exhaustion was forgotten, and I practically bounded onto the bed, and I immediately hissed as my tired muscles protested my youthful maneuver. A couple minutes later, the bathroom door opened and Rhonda returned. Her pants were gone, and I could see no underwear from my vantage point. As she walked out, she stripped off her shirt, the globe of her belly exposed inch by inch, her boobs lifting with her arms as she pulled the shirt over her head. She cast it to the floor carelessly as she walked towards me. I was always taken by how she could be so innocent looking while being so incredibly sexy. Her eyes smoldered with both demure innocence and predatory need. I loved her eyes. Her large, veiny tits were supple and full, and jostled back and forth as she clambered onto the bed beside me. I made to move, so that she could lay down, but she put a slender hand on my chest, her touch soft, yet firm. “You had a long day, just lay back.” “Are you sure?” I watched her as she awkwardly threw a leg over me and sat down in my lap, her arousal hot and damp against my still-rigid member as she trapped it against me. “Yes, I'm sure.” Both of us took deep breaths as she eased me inside her, and sat down fully in my lap, sheathing me like a sword. A wet, heated vice clamped my member tightly and I groaned silently as she penetrated herself on me. I watched her breasts rise and fall as she breathed deeper, acclimating to my presence within her. “Oh God…” Rhonda breathed, one of her hands on her belly as she closed her eyes. “Ugh, that's my favorite part…” I said, breathing deeply, enjoying the feel of her body wrapped around my shaft. I looked up at her as I felt myself begin to relax; a warm glow growing in my chest as I connected to my wife once more. It was as though all aspects of our shared life together culminated as she was penetrated by my organ. I had felt this connection from the moment we first began being intimate, but it seemed to grow more profound every time we shared our bodies. “I'm home,” I said breathlessly. And I meant it. Her eyes cracked and she blinked down at me, her face expressing surprise for a moment before a broad smile spread her lips, her face brightening and her brow softening. “Oh, Daniel,” she said, shifting on me rhythmically, “yes you're home now, inside me. Where you should be.” My hands slid up and down her thighs as she rocked her hips on me, and I watched her belly roll with the motion in our laps. Her movements were steady and fluid, working me in and out of her with expertise. She sighed and shuddered a little, leaning forward slightly, and I knew she was grinding her clitoris against my body now with each gyration, working herself towards a very specific end. She had always been quite familiar with her body and what she needed to climax, and this evening was no different. I watched her facial expression slowly morph from one of enjoyment, concentration, with more and more pleasured distress creasing her brow. Her lips parted, allowing a groan to escape, and her movements became more erratic, more urgent as her speed on me increased slightly. I felt her get even more wet, my member gliding smoothly back and forth inside her. “Imgonnacum,” she whispered in a rush, her eyes opening slightly to glance at me before closing again. “Do it,” I breathed back, gripping her flexing thighs. “Imgonnacum!” she repeated, a bit more desperately, her voice tinting her every breath now. “Do it!” I encouraged. I watched her writhe on me as her release washed over her finally, girlish whimpers stuttering from her throat. Her breasts jumped as she shivered and shook, the orgasmic waves flowing through her as she rode them out. I took her hands and she gripped my hands back with instinctive strength. Finally she let out her held breath with a grunt and opened her eyes, breathing hard, a sheen of sweat upon her brow. She looked down at me, smiling weakly at me and wet her lips, extracting one hand from mine to brush some of her hair out of her face. “i needed that,” she said sheepishly, her cheeks pink. “I love watching you do that,” I replied. “She smiled, beaming cutely at my words. She opened her mouth to respond, but she jumped and gasped instead, her attention falling to her midsection. “Oh! Wow he kicked hard,” Rhonda said, putting her free hand on her swell. As I watched, the baby kicked again inside her, the surface of her belly denting out visibly as she exclaimed again. We chuckled together at the baby’s activity. “We might have woke him up,” she said. “We? You're the one making all the noise,” I teased her. She suppressed a grin, her face slightly pinched as she looked down at me, and put one hand on her hip, “yeah, well, you're the one who’s knocking on the baby’s front door!” I laughed at that, feeling my hardness flex inside her, behind the baby's home in her womb. “I guess we're equally at fault,” I said. “Ugh!” Rhonda gasped again as the baby kicked again. But this time, I watched her belly shift and move. My mouth opened as I could see the baby moving around inside, as though it were clumsily shifting position. “He's turning,” Rhonda breathed, pulling my hand to her belly, all four of our hands splayed against the curved surface of her stomach area. We felt and watched with awe the turning of our unborn child, her belly flexing as he presumably turned to put his head downward. “Feels like he's turning somersaults in there!” Rhonda said, breathing shallowly. I gasped as the baby pressed backwards, causing Rhonda's body to compress my member more than it already was. “He just might be,” I said, glancing up at her, and returning her joyous smile, “must mean he's healthy.” We watched and felt the baby’s movements for another minute or so until they waned. I looked up at her again. “Is it weird that I'm still turned on?” Her eyes looked around as she thought about it, but quickly shook her head as she came to a conclusion. “No, I think it's natural. After all, you put that baby there by being turned on.” I nodded with agreement, and slid my hands up her belly to grip her tits, playing with the voluptuous pair of globes, “Speaking of being turned on, I believe it's my turn now.” She nodded and bit her lip as she pushed her chest out against my hands, watching her back as she began to gyrate her belly in my lap again, wet noises coming from where our crotches were joined as my organ slid in and out of her. I met her thrusts, driving deep every time she angled down, and I felt her breaths sharpen. I let my hands fall from her breasts, grasping her hips as she moved, and watched her tits rise and fall with her action. She grunted with effort, breathing through her mouth as she peered down at me, watching me as my pleasure rose. “I need it,” she whispered to me as my climax drew near. I nodded, feeling the stimulation begin to push me over the edge. “Give it to me, Dan,” she murmured, working her hips against me for all she was worth, her hair falling over her shoulders as she leaned forward over her belly, banging her clit against me again. “I'm cumming,” I gritted out as my body began to flex, the fluids rushing through me, my knuckles white as I gripped her hips tightly. She grabbed one of my wrists and put her other hand on my chest for support as she continued, her womanhood slapping wetly against me as she took me the entire length of her tunnel and groaned desperately. “Please!!” She said plaintively. I groaned as I slid deep and erupted, my potency leaping from the end of my member as though driven by a pump. “Ahh-hh!” She whimpered. I knew she could feel the strength of my orgasm inside her, and that the combined stimulation of her clit against my body and my semen gushing against her cervix, was inflating a bubble of pleasure inside her core that was about to pop. “Yesss” I hissed and I drove my cock up into her further with a spastic flex of my buttocks, popping her pleasure bubble. She spasmodically gyrated in my lap as I continued to fill her body with my essence, high pitched moans and squeaks escaping her as we orgasmed simultaneously. We both relaxed as our pleasure began to wane, Rhonda leaning back to put her hands on my thighs, her belly moving slightly with each of her deep breaths as she caught her wind. I panted in unison, the powerful orgasm leaving me with stars in my eyes. With a groan of effort, Rhonda slid off of me, my organ sliding out of her body with a slick noise and slapping against my lower belly as she laid beside me on her side. I turned on my side and faced her, our breaths mingled as we enjoyed the aftermath of our coupling. “I'm glad you're here with me,” she breathed against my mouth. I kissed her as a response, light and affectionately, my hand on the bulge in her midsection where our future grew. “I love you,” I said earnestly. She pulled herself as close to me as possible and hugged me as I hugged her back. “I love you,” she said with conviction.