Sinful Sunday: Sexual

Following Tuesday’s successful scan, we’re down in Dorset visiting Liv’s parents and celebrating our good/life-changing news. That meant dinner with some of my in-laws’ family friends last night, and a lovely, long lunch with my parents today. Throughout it all, there’s been plenty of baby chat, of course, which Liv and I have done nothing to discourage – it’s still early enough in the whole process that everything is fresh and exciting, even if it does mean answering the same questions several times over.

It’s almost two months now since we found out that Liv is pregnant, so in one sense we’ve had plenty of time to get used to the news, especially given that we started trying for a baby in January. This was definitely planned: we didn’t have to deal with the shock of discovering that our birth control had failed us; nor were we left cursing that one time we decided to ‘go ahead and risk it’, only to find ourselves staring at an unwanted blue line a few weeks later.

Still, while everything’s gone smoothly so far, the whole thing is a big fucking deal, and will inevitably herald any number of changes to our relationship and lifestyle: big and small, anticipated and completely unexpected. We may not be a family quite yet, but we’re not just a couple either!

For that reason, it’s important to find as much pleasure and comfort in each other as we can, and in whatever moments of ‘normality’ weekends like this one allow us. After we took Liv’s Sinful Sunday photo this morning, we lounged on the bed for a bit, before she scurried down it and started sucking my cock. With the door shut, her family busy downstairs, and my parents not arriving for over an hour, we knew we had a brief window that we ought to make the most of.

Pulling Liv away from my cock, I moved her to the edge of the bed and spread her legs wide, face down and arse in the air. The house is open-plan outside our bedroom, so making any sort of noise wasn’t really an option, and as ever the need to be quiet proved a massive turn-on. I fucked Liv steadily, carefully, with one hand pressing into the base of her spine, until she wriggled an arm down between her body and the mattress, ready to work her clit.

She came a few seconds before I did, and collapsed onto the bed as I held my cock inside her. I left it there till I felt confident I could move without my thighs shaking, then pulled out and pressed myself against her arse.

As Liv wrote in her post today, she’s struggling a bit with her body right now. Pregnancy has changed how she looks at it, and for various reasons she doesn’t feel very sexy. Perhaps it’s just one of those convenient biological tricks, designed to sustain the bond between expectant mother and the man who put her in that position, but pregnancy certainly hasn’t changed the way I look at her body, nor has it made me desire her any less than I did before March.

Her body is such a wonderful, versatile thing. Capable of running marathons, dancing salsa, working all day, and fucking all night, it’s now doing something quite remarkable – something mine literally physically can’t – and to be honest that only adds to its appeal. I don’t see the next six months changing that, however much they end up changing her.

Either way, 13 weeks in, it’s definitely still a body built for pleasure. Long may that continue!