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Frank doesn't even pretend not to stare anymore.
How can he, when Mel is only wearing panties and a thin white camisole while surveying the closet for a viable outfit to accommodate her growing figure? Her breasts have grown so much fuller, and her nipples have also darkened and lengthened and he can see them so well through the camisole, she might as well be the winner of a wet t-shirt contest. All that because he fucked her raw and came inside her.
She was determined to not wear a bra on her days off and only buy nursing bras when it was actually necessary. She’d been able to get away with sweatshirts and Frank’s flannels so far, but the warmer weather was making things difficult today. They were in no rush, just with plans to read in the park, but she would like to get some fresh air eventually.
"What do you think, Dr. Langdon?" she asks sweetly. She calls him that at home sometimes because she knows it riles him up.
"Uh, how about a dress or something?" He knows he looks stupid from how badly he wants her, mouth parted and eyes glazed over. At least when she has a dress on he can just hike it up to take care of her. She's been extra needy lately, whining about how she's not so fragile that they can't have hot sex anymore.
She tries on a striped sundress, and while it drapes easily over her stomach and hips, the more structured v-neck squishes her breasts until the flesh spills out obscenely. “That can be an inside outfit,” she says primly before pulling it off.
She grabs a shirt that had always been loose on her, a thrift find from a roadtrip with Becca, but the lettering stretches out thanks to her growing boobs and she doesn't like the way it looks. Frank is growing delirious.
"You're always welcome to grab something from my side of the closet, baby," he says from his spot on the bed. He's trying to keep his hands to himself, trying to get them out the door relatively on schedule, but...
Mel chooses his baggiest shirt and a pair of basketball shorts, tying them to sit beneath her belly. Comfy. She turns to him with a big smile. "Ready for your picnic with Adam Sandler?"
Frank guffaws but stands up to cradle her face and give her a kiss. "I'm ready to go on a date with my beautiful wife, yes. And I'm ready to take you shopping whenever you want."
Mel catches a glimpse of her baggy outfit in the mirror. "Maybe one pair of maternity jeans would be nice."
Both dressed in Frank Langdon couture, Mel and Frank make it to the park and the sun shines down on them as they spread a picnic blanket and settle down with their respective books. But a strong breeze has Mel shivering, so he throws an arm around her. She repositions herself to sit between his legs, leaning against his chest. Protected. Frank sets his book down to read Mel’s over her shoulder.
"You don't even know what's happened so far," she giggles when he scoffs at a line he finds particularly outlandish.
"Don't need to. I just want to know what you're reading." He cranes his neck to kiss her cheek before turning his attention back to the book. "Wait, don't turn the page yet. You're a faster reader than I am."
Mel waits patiently until he taps her leg to signal that she can continue. Which would be fine if he didn't leave his hand spread out on her thigh, warm and solid.
"You can go to the next page," he says a minute later.
Mel hasn't read a single word since he distracted her.
“Frank,” she says, voice going all fluttery in the way that it only does when she’s turned on. She rubs herself against him — she probably doesn’t even realize she’s doing it. “Can we..?”
She lolls her head back and looks at him with plaintive eyes.
They hadn’t even been at the park for an hour, but Frank has no problem with going home. He figured they wouldn’t stay long in the first place since she needs to pee more frequently now, and while their local park is beautiful, the public restroom leaves much to be desired.
He squeezes her hip and says, "Let me help you up and we can head home."
"Yay," Mel says softly, more to herself than anything.
As if he'd ever say no to her.
Frank is used to Mel's routine of washing her hands and swapping her outside clothes for inside clothes the moment she walks through the door, but he never gets tired of it. He loves her routines and habits and quirks.
He likes when she changes things up, too. Today she's decided she doesn't want to put on inside clothes, not with the kids and Becca out of the house and her sex drive burning her up from the inside out.
"Sit," she points at the bed, looking very polite when he knows she's about to blow his mind. They're both still wearing underwear. Frank suspects she likes it when he pushes her panties to the side to fuck her more than when they're completely naked. Something about not being able to wait a moment longer.
Mel perches herself on top of Frank and immediately grinds down on his quad, keeping herself steady with a tight grip on his shoulders. "Mm," Mel hums happily. With every drag of her slick cunt over his leg comes obscene noises and more contented sighs as she sinks deeper into satisfaction.
Frank lets her go at it, leaving his dick untouched so he can save his cum for when he's finally allowed to slip inside of her. He watches her with hungry eyes and massages great handfuls of her ass. He saves her tits, those glorious, jiggling tits, for later too.
“Frank, I’m getting tired,” she complains after a few minutes, like it was his fault that she wanted to be on top. With her growing belly, she easily got frustrated at how she couldn’t glue her front to his anymore without it getting in the way.
“Okay, okay,” he soothes. He just wants her to be happy. He’d gotten her pregnant. He tried not to be smug about it, just supportive.
"You’re doing so well. You're almost there, aren't you?" he asks warmly.
She nods, pouting. She just wants to come, she doesn't want to have to work for it.
"Okay, honey, just a little more then. We've gotta open you up." He scoots back on the bed and lifts her hips up so she's kneeling over him. "Fuck," he says loudly as he prods a finger into her sopping pussy.
She’s extra sensitive lately, so she immediately cries out when he ducks his head to wrap his lips around her left nipple. It was so hard and puffy, just begging for him to suck on it. He can’t wait until she starts producing sweet breast milk.
The loving way he kisses her chest is not all that different from the way he kisses her lips: lots of tongue, the perfect amount of teeth, and Mel feeling like he’s about to swallow her whole.
"Ah, ah, Frank," she cries. "I'm about, oh my- oh!" She has no choice but to tumble into a sharp orgasm when he rubs her clit and laps at her breast like that. She's never stood a chance against Frank.
She slouches to the side and rests her head against his shoulder, trying to catch her breath. Their hands tangle together and rest against her baby bump, the sight so glorious that Frank has to squeeze his eyes shut to hold himself together.
He tries to be normal about Mel, but the fact that he’s the only one who has ever seen her like this, that he got her pregnant so easily, well, it’s heady. Mel, his pretty and brilliant wife who begs for him so sweetly. You’d think she needed his cock like she needed oxygen with the way she was always sticking her hand down his pants and whining at him to finish inside of her.
Whatever she needs, he can give it to her.
“Ready for a little more, baby?” She was too tired for one of their sweaty sex marathons, but he knew she needed to be filled up completely before she was satisfied.
“Mhm,” she nods, brushing a stray piece of hair out of her face. “Gimme. Please.”
Frank chuckles at that. He knows the feeling, being reduced to wordlessness during the lush haze of arousal. Sometimes he wondered if a spell had been cast on them in the bedroom. “Lay down, honey, I’m gonna take real good care of you.”
She lays flat on her back, chest still rising and falling heavily with exertion, but her eyes are bright and she bites her lip when she spreads her legs for him. “Like this, Dr. Langdon?” she asks, voice low, but playful.
Frank admires her on full display for him before shaking his head, “Not today, sweetheart.” They hadn’t had sex in missionary in a few weeks, not since they’d discovered Mel’s new favorite and more comfortable position. “Turn over, get comfy.”
The pregnancy sleep pillow was a noble idea, but it’s gotten far more use shoved between her bent knees while she lays on her side as Frank rails into her from behind than it has as a sleep aide.
“I’m ready!” she tells him eagerly after getting into position.
Frank strips out of his boxers then lays on his side too with as much of his body pressed against hers as possible. “Tell me if I need to stop,” he murmurs in her ear as he moves her panties aside and notches the head of his cock against her opening.
She’s too blissed out to do anything but moan when he slides in nice and snug. Frank smirks even though she can’t see. She always takes him so well. “Aw, you like that, baby?” he asks just to be a jerk. “Exactly what you needed, huh?”
Mel makes a guttural sound when Frank starts moving his hips. No coherent response is a great response, he’s learned since starting his close study of Mel’s reactions. He reaches over her soft body to give one round tit a victory squeeze.
It’s somehow both lewd and sweet, watching his hard cock go balls deep into his already-pregnant wife. He loves her so much. He wants to keep her in bed forever.
His hand goes between her legs to rub messy circles and Mel makes her appreciation known very clearly. “Are you gonna come for me, baby? Your pussy feels so fucking good, I’m getting close.”
“Yes, yes,” she sighs, grabbing hold of his wrist and pressing so he puts firmer pressure on her swollen clit. “You’re gonna do it inside me, right?”
He scrapes his teeth against the back of her neck, pausing his thrusts to take a breather. Her hair smells nice. “You’re already pregnant with our baby, remember?” he asks cheekily.
Mel clenches around his cock purposely. His kryptonite.
“Ah, fuck!”
“Inside of me,” she orders stubbornly.
Frank pants against her skin and skirts a hand gently across her stomach. “Yes, I promise,” he says, sounding pained. “I was just playing, sorry, sorry.” If anything, he sounds a little pathetic.
“I need it,” she pouts. Once Mel had gotten a taste of raw sex (dangerously early in their relationship), she didn’t like to do it any other way. Whatever money Frank saved on condoms went toward pregnancy tests.
Not that he minded. “I’ll give you whatever you want,” he says, starting up his thrusts again but at a slower pace. She’s so beautiful and feels so warm around him…
“A little faster, please,” she requests, because she still has manners. Frank is working on that. “Please!”
When Mel starts playing with her own clit, Frank gently replaces her hand with his own. She switches to grab at her own chest, trying to recreate the way Frank roughly manhandles her aching nipples. Her fingers, coated in her own slick, glisten in the low light of their bedroom.
“Just take it, baby, just relax. I’ve got you.” With his permission, Mel sinks deeper into the mattress, letting her release build and build and build until all she can do is surrender to the overwhelming force of pleasure.
“My needy girl,” he says lovingly as he fucks her through it and she loses her fucking mind. She’s clenching around him involuntarily this time. He’s not far behind, his rhythm going sloppy. Mel is so perfect. He can’t believe this is his life.
He almost blacks out when he comes inside of her. “Mel,” he says right into her ear, and Mel shivers. He fills her up completely, painting the walls of her pussy with a hot load. Mine, all mine, he thinks.
“Oh, Frank, it’s perfect,” Mel says, arching back against him. She sounds just as wrecked as he is. She really did love his cum.
He rubs her hip and lifts his head to lave his tongue against her ear. “You’re so good for me, baby. Always taking everything I give you.” They exchange whispered I love you’s before he rests his head on the mattress, totally spent.
She remains on her side, boneless, as she feels Frank’s cock soften and his seed start to slowly slide out of her well-fucked pussy. He’d given her so much.
“I don’t want to put clothes on,” Mel mumbles.
Frank laughs before dragging himself out of bed to get a cum rag. “But you look so cute in my clothes,” he says when he gently cleans her up. Not before admiring his handiwork, of course. A perfect creampie, the stuff of dreams.
Mel sits up on her elbows and cups her breasts, offering them up to him. “Cuter than when I have no clothes on?”
Frank tosses the rag aside and massages her tits with both hands. “Cute isn’t exactly the first word that comes to mind when you’re naked in front of me.” Her pussy was cute, her tits were cute, her face was cute, but all of that added up to a woman beyond words, plucked straight from his dreams.
Mel, so painfully sweet, blushes and averts her gaze. She looks pleased. “Oh.” As if they didn’t just get down and dirty together. As if he’s not pawing at her body and staring at her in awe even after they both finished.
“But if you don’t wanna wear clothes, be my guest,” Frank says.
She looks around furtively. “I’m probably gonna get cold soon.”
“Mhm.”
“So can we cuddle after I go to the bathroom?” she asks, hopeful and a little shy. Frank was like a furnace. He’d certainly keep her warm with all his body hair.
Frank releases her with a grin. “I thought you’d never ask.”