Lorna was bored, bored and frustrated as she counted down the hours until Mark's return. He'd only been gone since yesterday morning but Lorna missed him terribly and had spent the best part of two days moping about the house. Had she still been at work it would have been easier, at least she'd have been occupied during the day, but, with the end of her pregnancy only a few days away, she had stopped working almost a month before.
Lorna felt fat and ugly. She'd been excited when she'd first discovered that she was carrying Mark's child but now, a little over nine months later, she couldn't wait for her pregnancy to be over. What she needed most of all was for Mark to tell her how turned on he was by her gravid sate, to tell her that no matter how much she had swollen, he still fancied her as much now as he had when they had first met. The fact that her sex life was every bit as good now, if not better, than it had been when Mark and she had been trying for a baby was little consolation, she needed the immediacy of Mark's presence to reassure her.
On top of everything else, Lorna was almost constantly tired. She hadn't slept properly for weeks and found herself dozing off if she sat still for any length of time. Not that she really minded, she was getting too heavy to spend much time on her feet and a nap was a pleasant way to spend the odd empty hour, especially since the dreams that filled her naps had an increasingly erotic flavour. Lorna's sexual appetite had increased in size almost as much as she had. She needed to be certain that Mark still wanted her despite her swelling body and she found her reassurance in their physical intimacy. As her body grew so did her need and now, as the end of her term approached, her need was insatiable.
"I'm home," called Mark as he walked through the front door. There was no reply. A momentary pang of concern rose up inside him. Mark closed the door and made his way through the house. As he entered the front room he stopped and smiled. Gazing down at his sleeping wife he drank in her radiant beauty and, as he had done every day since they first met, fell in love with her all over again.
They'd met seven years ago, while they were both at university. Mark had been 22, just completing his degree and Lorna had just turned 20. They married two years later, shortly after Lorna had completed her studies. They had agreed to put off starting a family until they were both established in their chosen careers little knowing that when the time came they would have such a long wait. It had taken Lorna almost two years to conceive and now, 38 long and emotionally charged weeks later, the wait was almost over.
Realising he should make the most of this opportunity to freshen up, Mark blew his sleeping wife a kiss then turned around and made his way upstairs to take a shower. Emerging from the shower about a quarter of an hour later, Mark dressed himself quickly and made his way back downstairs.
Lorna was still asleep as he crept back into the living room. Walking quietly so as not to wake her, Mark made his way over to where Lorna lay on the sofa and knelt down in front of her. Leaning forward, Mark kissed her briefly on the lips. Lorna stirred and Mark kissed her again. Lorna's eyes fluttered open. "Hello gorgeous," said Mark, smiling broadly.
"Don't patronise me," demanded Lorna hotly as she sat up and stretched, "I look like a bloody beached whale and you know it!"
Mark laughed. "Yes," he said softly, "but you're my beached whale and I love you."
"Do you really?" asked Lorna in a small voice, "Really and truly?"
"Of course I do," replied Mark, leaning forward to kiss her again.
As Mark's lips touched hers, Lorna felt her smouldering desire ignite. She held him close, refusing to let him go as she pressed her lips more and more firmly against his. "Oh Mark," she panted as she broke away to catch her breath, "I want you so much." Mark simply smiled and touched his lips to hers once again.
The kiss became increasingly intense as Lorna, fuelled by her need let her passion consume her. Absently, she reached out to stroke the front of her husband's trousers. "Mmm, so maybe you do still fancy me," she purred, reassured by the obviously stiffening bulge.
"Of course I do," retorted Mark softly, "why on earth wouldn't I?"
"Because I'm fat and ugly," replied Lorna plaintively.
"Well, you won't be this big for much longer and you'll never be ugly," replied Mark.
"Sure?" asked Lorna as she slid her hand inside his trousers and began to gently stroke the object of her desire.
"Sure I'm sure," replied Mark. "Here, let me make that easier for you," he added as he started to undo his trousers. He raised his hips slightly and Lorna quickly tugged his trousers and shorts to the floor.
She eyed her husband's penis hungrily as it stood straining to attention. "Hmm, so you like your women big do you?" she asked speculatively, wrapping her fingers around it and beginning to gently pump them up and down.
"Only if they're you, my love," replied Mark with a grin. He lay back and closed his eyes as his wife worked her fingers up and down his shaft. "Mmm, that's good," he said as Lorna teased under the head of his cock with her thumb.
"So glad you approve," replied Lorna wickedly, reaching out to gently squeeze his balls with her free hand.
Satisfied that her husband's cock was as hard as she could make it, Lorna leaned forward. Mark gasped as she ran her tongue up the underside of his dick, slowly licking from his balls to the tip. Lorna, swirled her tongue around the head then began to lightly flick the slit at its end. Mark moaned again as she coated his knob with a warm film of saliva. "Oh fuck," he moaned, "I love it when you do that." Lorna smiled in reply. She licked her lips suggestively then took him into her mouth.
Mark sighed with pleasure as Lorna slid her lips down his cock. Her fingers still circled the base and she began to work them in tandem with her mouth. Lorna varied her pace as Mark's cock slipped between her lips. Her head bobbed rapidly up and down one moment, the next, her lips slid along his shaft with measured slowness as Mark moaned in appreciation.
