Making Our Baby - Sex Stories

Making Our Baby

... had finally arrived. Still, she was surprised at how powerfully the prospect of having a baby affected her. She thought about it all the time now, and as far as sex went, she couldn’t remember ever being in such a state. Her pussy was constantly wet and aching to be touched, so much so that Richard had even said as much on several occasions. She laughed softly again at her husband’s plight. All that wetness and the poor man had to wear a rubber…Ah, such a waste! Julie ran a single finger under the water and touched her pussy. Her labia opened easily and the slim digit slipped inside without resistance. "Ahhhh…Get home soon my love…Mommy is waiting!" She was not a woman who masturbated often. Her proper upbringing taught her that good girls didn’t behave that way. It was a hard lesson for her to unlearn, but the feeling of her finger lazily moving inside her crease sent a pulsing wave of pleasure coursing through her. It was delicious and warm, and in that moment, impossible to resist. Dragging her finger over her clit, she began lightly rolling it around under the protective cover of its hood. Fresh lubrication flowed into her heated flesh and a steady rhythm of sensations began pouring into her body. Feeling herself respond so quickly to her own touch, Julie gave up all resistance and embraced the inevitable cycle. "Oh damn… I hope he doesn’t come home just yet!" Without conscientious thought, her unused hand rose to her breast and cupped it gently, sending tingles rippling ...

... though her body. Her fingers found her nipple and she began rolling it between them, causing her to shudder slightly. Raising her leg and resting it on the edge of the tub, her petals opened easily and she dipped her finger into her heated sex. The feeling of her inflamed labia being caressed in the warm water mixed with the scents from the candles and the soft music playing in her headphones. The symphonic affect on her senses created an illicit eroticism in her mind that her body merged into a single sensation. Closing her eyes, she imagined it was Richard's hands stoking the flames of her arousal. "Ah, yes," she softly moaned as the uncontrollable urge to arch and bear down on her fingers swept over her body. Slipping a second finger into her sex, Julie trapped her clit between the two and rubbed it over and over again, creating a delicious friction that coursed through her like liquid fire. Her legs flexed against the tub, causing her body to rise slightly out of the water in the ecstasy of the moment. By now her clit was like a hot nerve, burning brightly in her mind and fanning the flames of her need. She spread herself open, exposing her button to her touch. With just the pad of her middle finger, she made swirls around and around it. Her touch was soft and quick and sent shockwaves of pleasure pulsing in every direction from her center. Julie thought of her husband’s erection slicing into her, spreading her open and filing her with the hot iron of his manhood. "Ohh my ...