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It was a honeymoon break like no other. My husband Jack and I were twenty-two years old. With our baby girl growing inside me we married a week before our little countryside trip. Because I was going on eight months pregnant we didn't want to go abroad to any of the usual honeymoon destinations.
We agreed on an idyllic, isolated cottage in the middle of nowhere. As long as we could act fast in an emergency we didn't want anyone disturbing us. We found a lovely remote place in deep west Wales and booked it ready for the first weekend after we married.
The wedding was small and cosy. Being pregnant I didn't want all the fuss and hassle of a big wedding. We only had forty guests for the day and evening. My body wasn't up for partying until all hours.
On the Friday morning, a week after we wed, Jack and I drove hand in hand the full length of the M4 motorway, and more, until we reached the quiet, remote cottage in west Wales. It looked just like the photographs on the website. We arrived around midday to be greeted by the owners Gwyn and Rhona.
They were close to retirement age and ran a nearby dairy farm. The cottage was their pension fund they told us.
Rhona was a mother of four and a grandmother of six. She gave me her personal phone number and said I was to call her at anytime of the day if I needed anything. Gwyn was lovely to, although I caught him looking at me closely for longer than was normal.
I'd always been used to men checking me out. I'm not some stunning supermodel. Far from it. I'm 5ft 6" with long brown hair and blue eyes. I'm also curvy. Being pregnant made me feel fat. My boobs had swollen, along with everything else, and I was filling E cup bras instead of my normal D cup bras.
This of course excited Jack and every other guy who had a fetish or attraction for pregnant women. I got used to it, wearing unflattering maternity clothes most of the time anyway. And guys weren't really pervy towards me. Like Gwyn, they were pleasant, but their eyes told me more than their mouths did.
Rhona showed us around the cottage and Gwyn showed us the hot tub and gas barbecue area. He said he would check the filters and chemical levels in the hot tub daily, but it would be early in the morning, so it was fresh and clean for us to use. After that they left us to it. Wishing us a lovely honeymoon.
The hot tub was the main attraction after remoteness. Having sought advice from my doctor I turned the temperature down to 35âĒC then Jack and I went inside to unpack the food and belongings we'd brought with us.
I had a good feeling about this trip. Being so far away from home felt great. We'd done our homework on the surrounding areas and mapped out the quickest route to the nearest hospital. We felt we had prepared for everything.
After our light lunch the hot tub had dropped in temperature, ready for Jack and me to truly begin our honeymoon. Had it been a public hot tub/jacuzzi I wouldn't have dared go in with what I'd brought with me, but as it was only the two of us, I thought I'd treat my husband on our honeymoon with a two-piece bikini set.
I'd bought the all-white suit online as a surprise. It had a bra shape top for the extra support my bigger boobs needed, and the bikini bottoms could sit high waist over my bump, or fold down for a lower cut. I told Jack to go on ahead while I got changed.
Expecting something boring, like a dark coloured one-piece costume, my husband was delighted when I appeared at the side of the hot tub and removed the huge towel from around my body.
"Ohhh wow!" he gasped. "You look hot as hell, Louise!"
"You like it?" I grinned, lapping up his appreciation.
"Yeah I do! I wish you could stay pregnant forever. You look so sexy with that bump and those massive tits."
"Thanks," I said sarcastically. "Do you know how hard it is being pregnant?"
Jack laughed as he took my hand and carefully helped me into the hot tub. It was family sized like the cottage was. It could easily sit six people comfortably. We had so much space I lowered my body into the water and made my way over to the opposite side, so we could spread our legs out and face each other.
"This is nice," I exhaled, relaxing the back of my head on the built in cushion.
"Mmm. I think this beats the Caribbean for a honeymoon, wouldn't you say?" Jack said, also resting his head back.
"I wouldn't go that far," I replied. "We'll do that as a family one day. We can take our little girl with us." I could already visualise the three of us together. Walking along the white sandy shores of some Caribbean beach.
"Yeah," Jack agreed. We'll do that."
We remained in our relaxing positions for the next ten minutes, exceeding the recommended time I should have been in the hot tub. I got out for a glass of water, wishing it could have been champagne, before taking a five-minute rest and getting back in again.
"Mmm, your nipples are showing," Jack grinned as he helped me back in.
I looked down at my boobs. My nipples were protruding through the fabric. My areoles were so large and dark, even they were starting to appear through the supposedly non-transparent white material.
"That's not supposed to happen," I laughed.
"You might as well take it off," Jack smirked, sitting me on his lap, facing him.
My boobs were too big and heavy to float. With the jets turned off, and no bubbles disturbing the surface of the water, they rested on my bump directly in front of my husbands face. He had that mischievous look in his eyes. I then felt his cock harden against the bottom of my bump.