Candi lay back on the bed and sighed as she stared down at her belly. Eight months pregnant and she was big as a house -- or so she thought.
Her husband, Mike, came out of the bathroom, toweling his hair dry and looked appreciatively at her body. Her pregnancy had only served to make her more desirable to him.
"Good God, Candi, you look gorgeous."
Candi glared at Mike. "I'm fat."
"No, baby, you're pregnant. With our baby. That makes you sexier than ever."
He settled on the bed next to her and began to caress her belly. She snuggled against him.
"I can't wait to see our baby," she confessed.
"Me, too," said Mike.
Suddenly Candi moaned a bit when Mike let his hand cover her tit.
"What's wrong? When I touch your tits, usually you get wet and I can fuck you."