Belly Buttons

She has a large pregnant belly. Lately, she has been feeling alone. After all, she is the one carrying the weight.

But she doesn't know her husband has been watching; he is always paying attention. He's been observant of her movements becoming slower and slower, of her words becoming scarce, of her eyes becoming deeper.

She can barely bend now, she can hardly walk, she has done so little for herself lately... So he watches her sleep, as if they just begun sharing bed, as if he met her with her belly and fell in love with her and her belly, as if her belly was the first point of attraction he set eyes on.

Her night gown had rose above her belly button, revealing her pink panties half hidden betwixt her thighs. Her right hand covered her large breasts and neck as she heaved sigh after heavy sigh. Her husband begun caressing her belly, and slowly removed her arm. She woke slightly, but her head was half in dreams yet.

He revealed her breast and sucked on it for a while, and felt his wife arousing quickly. Then, with his hand, he went between her legs.

He touched her till she woke, he touched her till she went moist, he touched her till her lips parted and she let him in. He kissed her till she sighed, she sighed until he did, she came onto his fingers and he onto her thigh.

It had been so long since she had done something for herself...