I just saw this thread and wanted to comment on it even though GermanGoddess has obvious delivered her childâby the way, congratulations a little late. Maybe you can use this information for your fourth child.
When my wife became pregnant the first time she was very happy in the beginning and we regularly celebrated with a bunch of great sex. She was nearly insatiable at times during the pregnancy. Not sure if it was the hormones or the added bonus of the perfect birth control. But, as she got bigger athletic sex became more difficult. We went back to another great form of birth controlâoral sex. We both loved oral so hey it was good. I could get my head down there and take care of businessâa few pillows propped around and she was in a pretty comfortable position. This worked well for both of us, I put her on a high protein diet that was good to the last drop.
Probably about the 7th month, canât remember exactly it has been too many years and children ago, I finished her up orally. I moved up to get my BJ and my wife said, âI really want some dick.â
I just smiled and swung my aching boner in her face and said something like âHere it is.â
She didnât look too pleased and pushed it awayâit was one of those ânot tonightâ looks. She told me that she wanted âdick up thereâ and asked didnât I want to have intercourse again. Now that was a dumb question, I always wanted intercourse how did she think she got pregnant. The body mechanics were a bit of a problem; my normally thin wife now had a basketball in front, her body spread wider and her ample breasts were now painfully large. We tried getting in various positions, most werenât the best but a couple of them did the job after awhileâand a pulled muscle or two.
A few nights later I was laying sideways across the bed warming up my wife with some heavy oral action before getting in a somewhat awkward intercourse position. From the way I was on the bed I was looking right at my wifeâs dressing table. We inherited the thing when we got married. Actually my mother really did inherit it but she had no place for it and felt she could not just get rid of it. She told me at the time that was why they had kids, to pawn off old junk on they couldnât stand to throw out. I saw the bench that went with the dressing table and had a thought; I cussed that damn bench every time I tripped over it or stubbed my toe on it going into our bathroom.
I jumped out of bed and pulled the bench out next to the bed; I got my wife up and had her straddle the bench facing sideways on one end with her back leaning towards the side of the bed. I got on the other end facing her. With her leaning back a little sort of supported by the bed and some pillows I could slide my cock up into her slit, it gave me great access. After a couple of nights we were real pros at that position; I chowed down on those now humongous tits, I could finger her, slide up into her, it was great. I had to do most of the work as the pregnancy went on but she could rock back toward me and she normally got off pretty well.
My wife was a little worried about having intercourse close to her due date but her doctor assured her that it was fine as long as her water hadnât broken. He actually encouraged it as he said it helped to kick off labor. One night my wife told me she was really tired of being pregnant, it was only a couple of days until her due date and she couldnât wait to be done. I said that I was more than happy to help her out with that. We did the deed about three times that nightâI only shot off once so that I could still keep it up without any problem. The fourth time we started to do it my wife started crying and said she was too sore and too tired she just wanted to go to sleep. She told me that she didnât think the doctor was serious about it starting labor and that it was a silly idea to try that many times that night, the playground was officially closed until after delivery.
About 4 in the morning she woke me up and said her water had broken and she was in labor. I told her that she could thank me anytime she wanted. The next pregnancy ran almost a week late from the estimated due dateâ25 years later and my son still doesnât get anywhere on time. That labor was started about the same way; we did it three nights in a row until I thought we were going to drop from exhaustion. Early next morning her water broke.
A few years later and we moved to a new house. The old dressing table and bench made the trip but not for long. The next year came a new bedroom set so the old one went, except for the bench it stayed around for a few years. The problem is that everyone that saw it in the bedroom said how out of place it looked, my wife finally gave in and it went to the donate pile. I really miss that bench.