Author's note: this is a true story, the names have been changed but it all took place in the steamy July of 2006...
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It was hot. It was very, very hot, unusually so for London, and it had been for several weeks now. Most Londoners were enjoying the heatwave with picnics, barbecues and even al fresco sex where they could get away with it, but for Kelly, eight and a half months pregnant, it just added to her discomfort. It was worst at night: the top floor Victorian apartment she occupied with her husband Alex was lovely, but airless in the heat and almost unbearable when she was trying to sleep, even with all the windows open.
This Wednesday night seemed worse than ever, with her need to pee every half hour adding to the impossibility of sleep. Finally at 2 a.m. Kelly gave up, lumbering out of bed feeling like a bloated whale, stopping for a glass of water in the kitchen before heading, yet again, for the bathroom. As she finished peeing she noticed that her pussy lips were engorged and, curious, she touched them gently with her fingers, feeling a sudden rush of lust pulse through her pussy.
Kelly was surprised: although she and Alex had enjoyed lots of inventive and passionate fucking during the first seven months of her pregnancy, the last six weeks had been a sexual desert, with her size and exhaustion leaving her feeling anything but horny. She had kept Alex happy with the occasional hand or blow job, but had stopped him from touching her when he had tried to return the favour. Now, however, she felt really randy and realised that this might be the answer to her insomnia too.