Making Our Baby - Sex Stories

Making Our Baby

... love…keep touching me there. Yes baby make me cum for you. Make me cum so hard…" The words turned to barely audible murmurs she was hardly aware of making as they issued unbidden from her lips. Many times her husband asked her to masturbate in front of him. She always refused, telling him only that she would much rather have his hands or his lips on her body. In truth, she had been far too self conscious to give him that pleasure. Now, in this heightened state of arousal, she understood why he would want her to grant him that gift. Images of him watching and stroking his cock filled her mind, and the thought of seeing his cum fly out and landing on his chest made her heart flutter with desire. Her body responded to her touch and to the images in her mind. Soon she felt the delightful stirrings in her belly that heralded her impending orgasm. Concentrating her awareness on those feelings, she drew them close and reveled in their overwhelming power. She struggled against her own fear, worrying that her impending moment would somehow slip away like a vaporous cloud. She held it tightly, nurturing her orgasm until she was certain it would not escape her. Then, a deeper feeling built. Hot and penetrating, it radiated outward into her thighs and up to her breasts. Visions of brilliant colors danced before her closed eyes as she hung on the precipice of her release. The sensation of every touch on her mound became distinct in her mind, as if she could see each finger as it ...

... massaged a different part of her femininity. Her hips rose of their own accord, rolling and flexing as she found the secret places that would bring the wave of pleasure crashing into her. A moment later, her body trembled and spasmed as her peak hit with full force. She shivered violently as the convulsions coursed through her and a loud moan of blissful pleasure, low in tone and powerful in intensity, issued from her lips and echoed off of the porcelain-like surface of the bathroom walls. As the wonderful, rippling trembles subsided in the afterglow of her orgasm, Julie relaxed back into the tub, temporarily sated but no less excited by what lay ahead for her. This was going to be a night she would remember for the rest of her life. Somehow she was sure of it. While Julie toweled the water droplets off of her body, she contemplated how she wanted to dress for the night. She wanted to wear something that would keep his blood up while still being understated. "Let’s see, something sexy but not slutty. Well, maybe just a little slutty,'" she playfully mused. She had purchased some sexy new baby-blue satin undergarments that she was certain would catch Richard's attention. They had certainly caught hers. With a fresh blush on her cheeks, Julie lifted the tiny, T-back thong and held it in her palm. "There’s not enough here to cover anything!" she thought excitedly as she considered the tiny bit of fabric. Spreading it open by the waistband, she marveled that anyone would design such a ...