My name is Collette. I am a 28 year old house wife who is eight months pregnant with her first child. I am 5'-4" with straight mousy brown that reaches just below my shoulders. I have hazel eyes and a milky complexion. I am married to Bob, who is an executive with a large accounting firm in Nevada. Bob is rugged, athletic and handsome. He has short, well kept, blond hair and is clean shaven. He is 6'-1" and 200 pounds of sinewy muscle. He has deep blue eyes and a rich tan complexion. He's a hunk to say the least and we've been married for six happy and fulfilling years. He is a good husband and takes great of me. In fact, he loves to spoil me. I just lap it up and let him. He has a very healthy sexual appetite. He loved to fuck me at least once or twice a day. He is in incredible shape and has tremendous endurance. I used to keep up with him like a champ, but it has been getting harder to do so now that I am pregnant and always seem so tired.
Bob loves the changes my body has gone through. He says that I glow and he adores my swollen breasts and cute tummy. He says the pregnant form is the epitome of womanhood and femininity. Traditionally, the missionary position has been our mutual favorite, but it has been becoming harder with my ever growing belly. We have tried alternate positions, but we are accustomed to the intimacy and closeness of the old fashioned missionary style of lovemaking. Within the last month, sex with me has been bothering Bob's back and we haven't been having doing it as frequently as before. Recently, he turned to masturbating as a remedy.
He did it alone for a while, but I caught him in bed one day jerking off into a pair of my maternity panties. He was ashamed and I told him not to be as it was only natural. I said that if he wanted, he could masturbate next to me in bed, or wherever. We could even masturbate together, I suggested. He grew excited at the prospect of masturbating in my presence and even more so with the idea of mutual masturbation. So we soon got into the habit of masturbating together in bed at night. We became addicted. I allowed Bob to cum all over my pregnant body. He loved to cum on my large breasts and my full round tummy. He especially loved cuming on my panties, while I was still wearing them. This was all quite erotic for me as well and I loved having his hot ejaculate spray all over my warm sensitive skin.
Last Saturday night, Bob and I attended an awards dinner at a popular casino in Las Vegas. Bob was being honored by his company for getting a large portion of the casino accounts in Las Vegas, Reno, and Laughlin. He was dashing in his gray silk designer suit. I had to go shopping for a nice dress suitable for the semi-formal occasion that would cover my voluptuous figure. I found an elegant teal green dress. It was a sheer silk cocktail dress with a plunging neckline and ample room for my budding abdomen. It was short enough to show off plenty of leg. Although I occasional suffered from swollen ankles, my legs were still very shapely and sexy. Bob wanted me to wear something that would show them off. I felt kind of clumsy and awkward with my new body in this revealing dress, but Bob said I looked beautiful in it and he made feel better about my self.
The dinner was filled with boring speeches by accountants, but the food was fantastic. I had a voracious appetite since I was eating for two, but I tried to limit myself. All through dinner I looked at and admired my gorgeous husband. I was so proud of his accomplishments. He was smart and intelligent and good looking to boot. I was going to have his child and things were so perfect. He looked so great in his suit, I just wanted to fuck him on the spot. I was really getting turned on by my own husband. Bob's boss invited us to his suite for some cocktails. I didn't want to go and I feigned to be ill. It's easier to pull off when your eight months preggers.
Bob excused us and escorted me out. As we waited for the valet to bring our BMW around, I whispered to Bob my apologies for being a party-pooper, but that I would more than make it up to him. He smiled as I batted my innocent doe-like eyes. Bob and the valet stood by as I got in the car. I must have been a bit careless while climbing into the car and allowed my skirt to slowly rise up high on my thighs, giving the blushing valet boy a show of what was underneath. Bob gave the young man a nice tip and took his place in the drivers seat next to me. I fastened my seat belt on my hips and positioned the shoulder harness between my heaving breasts. The confining belts served to accentuate the motherly curves of my body.