I’m 37 weeks pregnant with our first child (his third). We are also older; I’m 45, and today is my husband’s 50th birthday. We’ve been married for two years. While many of our friends are celebrating anniversaries of more than 20 years and some are even new grandparents, we’re finding ourselves at a very different point in our lives right now. But we are absolutely loving the changes it brings!
I love being pregnant and have become something of a sex maniac and wannabe exhibitionist. The week before last, my husband surprised me with a babymoon at a couples-only resort within 45 minutes of our house since I’m too far along to travel far. We had spent an amazing day by the pool and on the beach in a private cabana. We returned to our room in the late afternoon because Jack had made us reservations in the resort’s fine-dining restaurant, and we needed to get ready.
Normally, when just my husband and I are home, there are never doors closed between us. However, as our anniversary was approaching, I had purchased some maternity lingerie and a maternity little black dress to wear then. However, when he surprised me with this weekend, I packed it all so I could surprise him too.
After Jack showered, I went into the bathroom and shut the door behind me. I showered and shaved everywhere (this takes me a while these days). I then dressed in a black maternity corset with garters. The push-up corset was strapless with a low back and laced on either side to accommodate my growing belly. The garters attached to sheer black stockings. I chose not to wear any panties. I then added a black, empire-waist dress. It had an asymmetrical, one-shoulder neckline that draped to expose much of my back, dipping down to the top of the corset.
I added a light layer of make-up but changed up my usual look by adding a dark red lipstick to accentuate my swollen pregnancy lips. Then I slicked my hair back in a low bun and appraised my reflection. I hoped Jack would be turned on by the look.
As I made one final check in the mirror, I felt the cramping of a Braxton Hicks contraction. The tightness subsided quickly, but I patted my bump and ordered the baby to behave for the night—I had unfinished business with Daddy. I took a deep breath and opened the bathroom door.
As I walked into the room, I heard the pop of a champagne cork. Jack’s back was to me, and he was pouring the contents of a split of champagne into 2 glasses. As he heard the door open, he said, “The doctor said you could have a small glass of wine this weekend. Knowing you, I figured you’d want champagne for your first drink in…” As he was speaking, he turned around and stopped short at the sight of me.
“Wow!” he said softly. “Damn!” He set the glasses back down and moved toward me, taking me into his arms. “My God, you’re beautiful,” he murmured while gazing deep in my eyes, bringing tears of happiness to them. “How did I get so lucky?”
“I think you’ve got that turned around. I’m the lucky one,” I replied. We agreed to disagree as we kissed hungrily. I felt hungry for him like I hadn’t been with him in ages, despite having made love multiple times earlier that day.
We reluctantly pulled away. Jack dabbed at the happy tears in my eyes and handed me a glass of champagne. We toasted to each other and for our baby to come into our lives safely and soon, then kissed again as we clinked glasses. The sparkling champagne tasted so good as it fizzed on my tongue. Our lips met once more, our tongues dancing with each other and enjoying the feel of the fizzy champagne.
We carried our glasses to our balcony and looked out over the ocean at the setting sun on the horizon. Jack nuzzled my neck from behind and, as I leaned back against him, I grabbed his hand and rested it on my stomach with mine. Our baby moved underneath our hands as if it could feel the love we felt.
“Not bad for two geriatric parents-to-be, huh?” I asked as we looked out at the rolling waves. (My twenty-something OB nurse loves to use that term as many times as possible at each appointment—a sore point with me).
Jack laughed and said, “Not bad at all, baby,” as he nuzzled my neck and moved his hands up and down between belly and breasts. He raised an eyebrow as he felt the corset underneath, a hint of things to come. Our dinner reservation was approaching, so we finished our champagne and left the room hand-in-hand.
As we walked past a mirror, I glanced at the reflection of the two of us. While I bore the proof of our very active sex life, our mutual desire was evident in many ways. We constantly touched each other in some way as we moved along the resort hallways.
As we walked through the lobby towards the restaurant, two couples standing together all stopped their conversation to watch us walk by. The women whispered to each other; I assumed that they had seen us by the pool or heard us in the cabana earlier in the day. Both men gazed openly at my stomach and breasts as Jack protectively put his arm around me, again rubbing his hands up and down my sides to feel the corset underneath. I leaned into him more, and we smiled at each other as we passed them.
The waitstaff was both attentive and discreet, in keeping with the romantic nature of the resort. Seated in one of the high-backed booths staggered for privacy, we ordered a multi-course, gourmet dinner. We each sampled different items on the menu, occasionally feeding each other a bite of our own delightful dishes. Then we shared a chocolate souffle to end the meal, but we were both careful to not overeat and get too full.
Jack had an excellent glass of red wine and gave me a sip. I savored the velvety Cab on my tongue and leaned over to kiss Jack. Our tongues met hungrily, and his hand, which had been lightly stroking my inner thigh, moved up under my dress. His eyebrows raised in delight as he felt the garter stays. Then his hand continued its exploration to discover that I wasn’t wearing underwear and that I had fully shaved for him. I felt his fingers at my opening, reaching inside to stroke my clit. I’m so sensitive these days that it was all I could do to hold back a loud moan in the middle of the full restaurant.
The beauty of the resort is that we didn’t have to wait to sign the check; it was automatically charged to our room, and Jack could add gratuity when we checked out. Both breathing heavily with desire, Jack slid out of the booth and helped me rise as well. With his guiding arms, I was able to scoot out and stand up fairly gracefully. He put his hand on the small of my back as we walked back out of the restaurant.
We had been in the back corner of the restaurant, and again, I felt several pairs of eyes on us as we walked out the beach entrance. The two couples who had noticed us in the lobby were seated together near the restaurant entrance. We were both incredibly turned on by their attention. Jack’s hand moved to my hip as he pulled me closer, and I grabbed his tie and tugged him even closer to me.
We strolled along the beach before heading back to our room. On a deserted part of the beach in the bright moonlight, we could hear the music from the resort’s bar. Jack held out his arms in an invitation to dance. I leaned against him as well as I could considering the size of my belly, and we swayed slowly to the music. He grabbed my buttocks, and I swung one arm up and around his head to caress his ear. It’s his “on” button; I could feel his erection against my upper thigh. We stood in the moonlight for 20 minutes, swaying, kissing, and fondling, sometimes with Jack behind me and sometimes facing each other. If there were other couples on the beach, we were utterly oblivious to their presence.
As we started back along the path to go to our room, Jack’s erection was evident, but neither of us cared. We were lost in each other’s nearness as we walked down the hallway towards our room. I sensed other couples passing us but felt like I was in a fog of desire for my handsome, attentive husband. And he was clearly anxious to see what I was wearing under my dress.
We entered our room and let the door swing shut behind us. I had managed to dress myself earlier, but I turned so Jack could pull the zipper of my dress down the back. The bodice dropped down, and he helped slide the dress over the mound made by our baby, revealing the corset and garters underneath. Jack took a half step back to take it all in and gave a moan.
Jack had done so much to pleasure me that I wanted this evening to be all about him. I was ready to take control. I stepped a few steps away toward the balcony doors so he could get a full view.
“You’ve made my dreams come true, baby,” I whispered. “Let me take care of you now.” I strode quickly back to him, pushed his jacket off his shoulders, and pulled his already askew tie the rest of the way off. I slowly and deliberately unbuttoned his shirt and untucked it. My mouth moved down his chest, pausing to suck and nibble at each nipple and down towards his waistband. Pushing him back so that he was leaning against the tall bed, I unbuckled his belt. His erection was straining the front of his pants, so I unzipped him and ran my hand along the tip of his engorged penis.
He moaned and pulled the pins out of my hair so he could run his fingers through my hair. I pushed his pants and boxer briefs down to his ankles and got on my knees. While I had given him many blow jobs, I had never given him one while I was on my knees in front of him. I think it’s the independent woman in me that usually finds that position too submissive. However, I gave that thought no concern tonight.
I grabbed his ass and pushed his member deep inside my throat, feeling his entire body shiver. In this position, I was able to get him deeper down my throat than ever before. I fondled his balls, licked, kissed, suckled, and nipped. I was a woman on a mission.
He moved his hips to meet me as he grasped at my head and shoulders. Looking up at him, I saw hunger and desire in his face. I could tell that he was getting close to orgasm, so I paused; I wasn’t nearly done yet. The heat and wetness in my sex felt ready to combust.
I began stroking the underside of his shaft with one finger while I massaged his balls with the other hand. My lips kissed the tip of his penis before my tongue slid up and down the shaft. Jack was breathing heavily and running his hands through my hair. The remains of my red lipstick painted his shaft. I paused again and looked up at him.
Breathing raggedly, Jack leaned down to guide me up to a standing position. He then scooped me up and laid me on the bed, propping me up on several pillows. He climbed next to me so that we were in a side-by-side 69 position. My swollen belly in its corset pressed on his chest between us.
I resumed my attentions to his manhood but groaned as I felt him shift my upper leg so that it was resting on his shoulder. His tongue began a soft probe of my bare, wet, and throbbing labia.
We continued on and on with pauses at crucial moments so we wouldn’t climax. Jack’s tongue worked feverishly while his hands stroked my upper thighs. After a time, we were each pleasuring the other at such a feverish pitch that pausing wasn’t possible.
I reached my hands up and grabbed his calves so I could roll over a bit and have him underneath me. I wanted him to explode in my mouth. I moved my mouth up and down harder and sucked and nipped at him. As my intensity increased, I could feel him start to shudder underneath me.
He started to give a guttural cry before an explosion of cum shot into my mouth. “Ohhhhhh, babe!” he moaned. He was still in the throes of his orgasm and shuddering, so his tongue had stopped its work on me.
After swallowing his full load, I carefully swung myself around—trying to move as lithely as possible for a nine-months-pregnant woman—and lay next to him, both of us slick with sweat and gasping for breath. Based on the strength of Jack’s orgasm, I assumed we were finished for the night. But it turned out I was incorrect!
As we faced each other, Jack reached out and began loosening the ties and side hooks to my corset. He reached around my legs and easily unsnapped each garter stay. The corset came loose, and he pulled it out from under me and threw it back behind him on the floor. Then he took one of my breasts in his mouth and began to suck while his fingers danced across my thigh and belly. Leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake, he spread my passage wide and began to scissor his magic fingers inside of me.
Even though his tongue had just spent considerable time there, I felt the pressure of pleasure building again quickly. As Jack rubbed against my g-spot, I found it harder and harder to breathe. I gasped with each stroke. Then I let out a loud moan, my body trembling as my back arched. Just then, I felt the tightening of a Braxton Hicks contraction.
Jack felt the contraction with his hands and leaned back. “Are you okay?” he asked.
“Oh, yes, yes, don’t stop, baby,” I replied throatily.
After a moment’s hesitation, Jack got back to business. His exploring fingers brought me to a shrieking orgasm, my back arched with belly high in the air. I grasped desperately at the sheets to stop from feeling like I was falling thousands of feet.
As we lay beside each other, trying to collect our breath in the aftermath, the baby moved strongly. With our hands resting together on my belly, I drifted into sleep for one of the most restful nights I had had since entering my third trimester. To think, we still had a full day and a half here – I couldn’t wait to see what ecstasies the next day would bring.
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