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Easter Surprise
Easter was about new life and birth, and as you sat in the church you rested your hand on your stomach, smoothing over the 4 month bump of your long awaited little one growing inside you. A larger warm hand smoothed over yours, and you lovingly glanced at your husband Henry as he sat beside you, covering his hand with your other one.
When you and Henry had discovered you were pregnant it had been around valentines day, the stresses of Christmas long behind you, and finally a reason that suddenly seemed so obvious as to why you had been feeling absolutely rubbish. As soon as you’d seen those two little pink lines on the test you’d screamed, Henry literally crashing through the locked bathroom door, wood splinters flying in all directions only to find you jumping for joy before you calmed enough to show him the test.
The next couple of months had been tough. Morning sickness had knocked you sideways, and although you hadn’t wanted to tell anyone until you hit the end of the first trimester, you’d had to inform your boss at the school you teached at due to needing to take so much time off from lessons. Thankfully she’d been very understanding, and with another teacher coming back off of maternity leave, you’d been able to job share much to the excitement of your class as they now had two amazing teachers rather than just the one. Henry had also scaled back his extra classes and lessons at the high school, now just concentrating on the students that would be taking their exams in the summer. As a side gig however he had started a youtube channel of all things, explaining rugby training tips and pointers, which you thoroughly enjoyed watching him film in your back garden. He was just about getting the hang of social media too, and had just secured a sponsorship deal with a protein powder brand he’d been using for years. That alone would be saving you the better part of £150 a month on just the powders, plus a small paycheck each time he did a sponsored video on youtube or post on instagram. You didn’t mind in the slightest. Although you knew Henry adored teaching, he had always wanted to get further in his coaching career, and if that meant moving to a digital route first, you were fully supportive of his plan.
Back in the church the vicar called for everyone to stand to sing a hymn, Henry reluctantly removing his hand from your stomach, but instead moving it behind your back. You were thankful you were in the back row, as seconds later he slid his palm down to your ass, giving it a gentle squeeze. The rows ahead of you were filled with the students from Henry’s school and their families, the prestigious school having close ties with all local institutions, and staff’s attendance at any special event definitely helped those in charge look favourably upon those staff looking for favours or exceptions. At that very moment you felt Henry’s fingers start to slowly pull your short floral dress up, the tips of them soon touching the back of your thigh. Quickly catching his wrist with your hand, you attempted to glare at him, instead a small smile tugged at the corner of your mouth when you saw the dark twinkle of mischief in his eyes;
“Not here” you whispered.
As of two weeks ago and your first trimester giving away to your second, your morning sickness had waned to almost nothing, but instead had been replaced with such a high libido you were surprised that you weren’t walking with bowed legs. Every morning you woke up with two urges, the first to pee, and the second to straddle your husband as he lay snoozing in bed. You were so thankful he had a tendency to sleep naked, you having opted for the same since the pregnancy night flushes had kicked in, so as he felt your touch he was always happy to oblige with letting you ride him as he slowly came to each morning, clearing the sleep from his eyes as your bouncing breasts came into view, his enormous hands cupping them as they grew rounder with each passing day.
Back in the church Henry pouted and you had to suppress a giggle, thankful the hymn was at the chorus;
“Later”
“Promise?”
“Of course” you grinned and finally Henry behaved, moving his hand back to rest just above your ass.
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The church service was over, and as the crowds left to head home for their own easter celebrations Henry slid your hand into his;
“Lets walk back” he nodded to the meadow footpath that led the two miles back to where you lived. Nodding you were happy to spend time in the unseasonably warm April sunshine, and having caught the public bus to the church due to parking chaos, you were relieved not to have to do that journey again.
The walk was beautiful, a rarely used path so it was just the sounds of nature around you. Henry pulled of his light sweater after a few minutes, tying it around his waist as the day warmed. The meadow grass was already long, reaching over your knees, with bright sprays of colourful flowers among the vivid green of new grasses. You reached the crest of the hill and the view of the town came into sight, Henry tugging on your hand to step away from the path;
“C’mon, lets take a break”
Moving through the meadow he found a spot out of view of the path and set his sweater down on the ground, you doing the same with your cardigan as you both sat, Henry’s arm wrapping around your shoulders;
“Such a beautiful sight”
“It’s so pretty”
“Stunning”
The silence that followed made you turn to Henry, laughing when you saw that his gaze was affixed on your cleavage;
“Henry!”
“What? I can’t help it! They’re beautiful tits, and they just keep getting bigger and bigger!”
He moved to kiss you, his arms wrapping around you as he slowly pressed you to the ground. The kiss was passionate, his tongue dancing with your own and as he moved to press a trail of kisses down your jaw, his fingers pulling down the neckline of your dress so he could grab a soft handful of boob. He was careful not to crush you, moving his weight carefully as he pressed a thigh thigh between your own, the brush of the fabric against your skin making you wet and ready;
“Henry… we shouldn’t…”
“I know… but you make me so fucking horny…”
He took your hand and rested it on his crotch, and as you gave him a firm squeeze you could feel he was rock hard and ready to go;
“Just a quick one…”
“Babe, with how hard i am, it wouldn’t be anything less”
Like a pair of horny teenagers there was clumsy fumbling of zips and underwear, before Henry took hold of your legs and angled himself home, sliding into your soaked velvet cavern;
“Oh fuck… you feel so good, so wet for me”
With your growing bump Henry had taken to stay kneeling rather than lay over you, it also meant you could both - for the time being - watch as his thick shaft plunged into you.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous” Henry beamed down at you, his smile firmly in place as he looked like a lovesick puppy; “Make me so fucking hard, i could spend every minute of every day in this cunt”
He swiped his thumb over your clit and it rocketed you rapidly towards your orgasm, keeping up his fast pace as his thick shaft stretched your tight walls.
“Oh Henry, i’m gonna cum”
“That’s it babe, come for me. Let me fill you up, scramble those eggs”
You laughed as your orgasm hit, holding your hand over your mouth in case of making too much noise. The tightness of your walls gripping him set Henry off, a quiet strangled cry bubbling from his throat as he filled your growing womb with a thick load.
With a final sigh he pulled out, holding your knees up as he watched his thick cream seep from you, before his fingers smoothed over your entrance and you shuddered with a echo of your orgasm;
“HEN! I’m sensitive!”
With a smirk he tenderly rubbed his thumb over your clit as he pushed two fingers into your soaked channel, pulling another orgasm from you before you lay back with a happy sigh on your face. As he pulled his hand away you caught it and brought his fingers to your lips, sucking the wetness from them as your tongue laved over his skin;
“You keep doing that and you’ll make me hard again”
You went to laugh and then stopped, a look of shock on your face;
“Hen!”
“What?”
You grabbed his other hand, whilst simultaneously pulling your dress up and laid it flat onto your bump;
“He’s moving!”
It was the first time you’d felt a proper wriggle, and although the little bean would be barely four months and probably the size of a hen’s egg, through sensitive fingertips you could feel the tiny movements.
You both lay there in the soft grass, feeling your baby enjoy the rush of happy hormones flowing through your bloodstream and therefore through theirs as well. You hadn’t realised you were crying until you heard Henry sniff quietly, looking up to see his eyes wet as well;
“Babe, that’s amazing. You’ve felt this before?”
You shook your head;
“No, this is the first time”
Henry pressed a happy kiss to your lips, before he moved his head and pressed a kiss to your stomach. At that moment you heard a dog bark in the distance;
“We should make a move”
“Yeah”
Henry helped you adjust your clothing, and when you were both decent you may your way home, hand in hand.
Once home Henry made a gorgeous lunch that you had outside, his hand continually straying to your knee that he would squeeze enticingly. He cleared his throat;
“Babe… when we were in the field, you called the bump ‘he’... did you find out the sex at your last scan”
You shook your head;
“No, we promised we’d wait… i just have this gut instinct”
He pressed a kiss to your cheek;
“Whatever they end up being, i can’t wait to bring them into the world with you” he paused, then let out a giggle
“What?”
“Was just thinking about fucking you in that field earlier… that was some good fucking. If you weren’t already knocked up that would have probably done the job”
“Well just keep that in mind for next time you want to scramble my eggs Mr Cavill”
Henry laughed;
“Sure thing… OH!”
He suddenly jumped up and ran into the house, reappearing moments later with a bundled up Tesco carrier bag;
“After lunch i’m hiding eggs in the garden for you to find”
“You’re going to make your pregnant wife hunt for chocolate?” you enquired
“Absolutely. But you’re going to take those knickers off so i can watch you bend over”
You laughed and lightly patted at his arm;
“You’re such a horny teenager!”
He pulled you onto his lap, lunch now long forgotten;
“Mmmm, and you make a perfect MILF”
You felt him start to harden before he lifted you up;
“C’mon, i’m gonna fuck you over the kitchen counter, and whilst you recover i can hide the eggs”
You laughed;
“Sounds more like a game of hide the sausage”