‘I love you, Mrs Stanton,’ he said as he kissed her. ‘Stanton’ had been her maiden name and the name that Tom had been christened with, now to everyone they met and would get to know, they were ‘Mr and Mrs Stanton’.
It was the anniversary of their move; Tom’s job was going well, and he had started the slow climb up the company ladder. Even Jess had got herself a part-time job in one of the shops in the village meeting new people and making friends. They had met all their neighbours, becoming firm friends with several couples, each weekend they would go into the village to the local bars and soon became regulars as folk in the small community got to know them.
As he entered the cottage that Friday afternoon, he found Jessica pacing and looking nervous, he was immediately concerned, had someone recognised them he wondered.
‘What’s wrong Jess?’ He asked, taking her hands.
She lifted her head, looking like a startled rabbit in the headlights as she told him, ‘Tom, I’m pregnant!’
‘Are you sure?’ he asked, Jessica, nodding her head, his faced beamed as he picked her up and twirled her around,
‘Well, Mrs Stanton, it looks like we are going to be parents.’ His enthusiasm was infectious,
‘Are you sure you are alright with it?’ she asked him as he put her down and kissed her.
‘You were the greatest and most gorgeous mother I could have asked for, and now you get the chance to do it again with our new baby,’ he chuckled lovingly.
Even though it was officially autumn, the weather was still warm, and they took their final chance to go down to the beach, Jessica sporting a quite revealing orange bikini. This would be her last chance for a while she thought, no way would she be able to wear it once her belly grew. Tom watched her adoringly as she frolicked at the water’s edge, no matter how many times he saw her undressed, his reaction was always the same, wanting to take her to bed and make love to her.
They spent the festive period with friends, Christmas day at their friends’ home, Boxing day at theirs, Jessica’s bump now starting to show, her breast had got bigger and she blossomed, being pregnant definitely suited her Tom decided.
Sat up in bed one evening, well into the new year, Tom watched as she undressed, first her blouse and then her bra, her breasts were full and heavy now the areola on each had expanded and her nipples were huge, they had become super-sensitive and Tom found it quite easy to roll them between his finger and thumb, amazed at the droplets of milk she expressed. Jessica pushed the elasticated waistband of her skirt over her hips and let it fall to the floor before extricating herself from the big knickers, scratching the flesh at her waist where they had left a slight imprint.
As she waddled towards him, she watched his face, it told her everything she needed to know, it was full of adoration for her, coupled with his youthful lust which never seemed to tire every time he watched her undress, it was obvious what he wanted to do to her. They had a routine by now, each evening he would rub cream into her ever-expanding belly, it would help with any stretch marks, but Tom could never stop there. Eventually, his hand would move below her stomach and over her pubes, before disappearing between her legs, somewhere she had not seen for a while.