Hot. Hot hot hot. Just…her whole form. Narancia had to always avert his eyes from Trish when they took too long to drink in her form. She was gorgeous like no one else, don't get him wrong, but just taking in those eyes glittering like perfectly cut gems, toned muscles and that curvy pregnant belly of hers. God, just thinking about him was pushing blood towards his penis. Fuck.
Sometimes Trish would get the wrong idea if she saw him turning his head away. In hindsight he probably shouldn't have been so blatant in times where her hormones bounced up and down (like those wondrous and large breasts~).

Thoughts like these came at the strangest of times.

These mental murmurs bounced around his cranium like bats in a belfry as dries the dishes. Although it was air conditioned like the rest of the house, he could still feel a sticky heat building it's aura around his family jewels. He scrubbed a lone stain of tomato sauce off the last plate until he could see his reflection in the porcelain. He really needed a shave soon. The five o clock shadow had developed into a full amount of stubble. Narancia quickly dried the dish and stacked it with the rest. Carrying them to the cabinet to be put away, he got a glimpse of the living room through the doorway.
Half of the couch poked out of the edge of the doorway along with the upper half of it's owner. Trish was propping a pillow under her large and spherical stomach for comforts sake. After 8 and months of baking this bun in the oven, Trish's usually slim figure was quickly inflated. Her fecund (a word Fugo had made sure to bury into the boy's brain) womb had her stomach jut out in a perfect orb. None of her shirts before could even go halfway over her belly anymore. Narancia licked his lips.
In her movements, the thick sci fi paperback left on the arm of the well loved sofa slid off and onto the floor. She groaned from this happening right after she got into a somewhat comfortable state. Trish was about to summon Spice Girl to pick it up when a small toy plane swooped down and snatched it up. The ghostly plane flew up and did a loop before hovering still next to Trish. was on one of the wings, struggling to hold to book that was thrice his size. He took a few shaky steps forward and outstretched his arms to hand his user's wife the novel. Trish grinned with amusement as she lightened the pilot's burden.

"Was that little trick really necessary?" she teased.
"Oh heck yeah," Narancia's bare feet sauntered from the cold tiles to the chocolate brown carpet. It always felt so nice to just feel the thing scrunch under his feet. He could see more of Trish now and dear god. His mind went back to a certain scene of a film he snuck into. The part in Titanic where Jack was flexing his mad art skills to Rose by drawing her in the nude as she lay seductively across the loveseat. The moment in the present wasn't exactly like that, considering the best Narancia could draw was stick figures and Trish wasn't modeling but instead opening to where she left off on her space opera, but dear god did it make him feel the same tightness in his sweatpants.

But popping a boner right now didn't seem very ideal. He had to distract himself. The shaggy man plopped his bottom on to the floor, leaning back on the couch. He glanced up to look at the cover of the novel Trish was so absorbed in. The cover was on a spaceship, a gorgeous blond being clutched by a sort of fish man, both looking out a tall and wide window facing the black and starry space. What really caught his eye was what was the dual moons. Close to each other, almost touching, seeming to leak some sort of-
Oh. Wait. That wasn't the cover. Narancia pulled his knees to his chest and Trish scoffed as she put down the book.
"God damn it, not again," she muttered. With a groan, she props her body up before sitting up with a bit of difficulty. Trish peels the wetted t shirt off and Narancia feels the heat pulsating at this point.
"I-I-I'll take that to-to wash" he sputters out. Snatching the shirt up, he strides quickly to the stairs and down to the laundry room before Trish could get a word in. He only stopped once he was next to the washer. The brunet was about to put in the fuchsia shirt to wash before he froze. Two stains on the breast area, darkening the cloth. His grip wouldn't loosen and drop the thing. Narancia made a quick look up the stairs, light from the upper floor illuminating the darkness. He could hear his wife's footsteps, but they weren't in his direction. A small voice in the back of his mind was reprimanding him for these thoughts, saying how this was gross and perverted. It was obviously very quiet as Narancia was already edging the tip of his tongue to the wet area. He quickly flicked it across before pulling the shirt away. He let the flavor settle on his tongue. The taste was unexpected but not unwelcome. Unlike regular milk, this was sweeter. He…liked it. Narancia took another lick, with more tongue. It was so good! Even the smell was enticing. He almost freeing his pitched up tent before stopping himself. He couldn't make a mess in here of all places. He quickly folded up the precious item and stuck it down the front of his pants. Time to play it cool. Go upstairs, tell Trish he put it into the washer, get to the bathroom, lock the door and then release the heat. He could do that.

Narancia sucked in a breath and marched up the wooden steps. Trish was back in the living room, nose in the book again. So far, so good. He was about to recite his line before his wife cut him off.
"You know, I saw your boner." those simple words made her hairy husband freeze in his tracks. Narancia couldn't find the confidence to turn to Trish.
"Nara," her voice was like silk, "you're…you're not disgusted by my body, are you?"
The comment made Narancia turn 90 degrees and look Trish in the eyes. His cheeks reddened when he saw she had no bra on. In fact, she didn't seem to have anything on. His excited dick threatened to tear at his pant's seams.
"No, not at all, I-I actually…well…you see…" his tongue was not so eager now, forcing the words he needed to say back into his throat. A spark of realization flashed in Trish's eyes.
"Oh my god," she murmered, "does…my stomach…turn you on?"
Naranciaa nodded like he was a Catholic school boy caught with porn magazines. But instead of the expected shaming, Trish breathed a sigh of relief and wrapped her arms around Narancia, breasts pressing against his chest.
"Oh thank God. You've been looking away from me ever since I've gotten…bigger. Heh, it sounds so stupid now that I'm saying it, but-"
Narancia cut Trish off as he quickly and gingerly pulled her chin up and laid a kiss upon her lips. He spoke once they parted.
"I…I just get all mesmerized and…lost in myself when I look at you. I have to turn away or else I'd look like a pervert," He said the last word quieter, "some sort of love sick idiot. Though, the idiot part is true, though."
They both chuckled at his comment. Trish's hand migrated down from Narancia's hair to his cheek, rubbing and feeling the rough stubble. The green in her eyes sparkled at the entire texture and feeling. She bit her lip slightly.
"If we're going to be confessing, I think that you're unshaven look…is kind of hot."
"Really?"
"Oh yes~ I've had dreams where you would go down on me and your stubble would…" Trish was becoming so flustered when talking about just a dream. It made Narancia feel better about his own lustful feelings.
"You know, it doesn't have to stay a dream." Narancia walked to the front of the couch. Pre cum slipped out of him, staining the shirt still in his pants.
"Oh, no, it's just a silly wet dream. You don't have to live it out." Trish sat up and squeezed her legs together. Narancia chuckled and squatted down next to his wife.
"Au contraire, Trish. It can be a way to plan for the future or a premonition." Trish snorted a little laugh at the sudden French, loosening up her (and her legs). Narancia her knee, placing his body right in front of her.
"Are you trying to butter me up by speaking some French? Because I'm afraid to say it's working."
"Hmmm, maybe~" his hand massaged upward, enjoying the smoothness of her cream white skin.
"Hah, oh yes, that's the stuff," his wife began to breath heavier, obviously enjoying the tingling sensation. Narancia took this as a sign to move onward. His fingers brushed right against the edge of where her pink pubes started. And above that was his intensely admired co creation. No longer able to hold it back, Narancia brought his cock out of his pants, making him shiver as it was exposed to the cold air. The brunet's thumb rubbed the underside of Trish's exposed pregnant belly. So warm. So fertile. Simply beautiful beyond words. Fuck, he probably wouldn't even need to stick himself into her to cum. But there was something else he had to attend to first.
Narancia pulls both of Trish's legs up, propping them on his shoulders. Trish inhaled sharply and took her husband's hand in her own.
"What's wrong?" Narancia inquired.
"I…please…fuck me…with your…tongue…" she seemed to whisper. The hairy brunet nodded and began slowly, using two fingers to open up her lower lips. Already so wet. The scent was washing over his senses like a tsunami. He used his index finger to feel around her entire area, every fold, every inch of searing hot flesh. Trish's toes curled at his touch. Her breath seemed to skip. Narancia felt like he needed a taste. Sticking one finger in, he lightly pushed in back and forth, feeling his wife's walls clench around him. His cock throbbed and was wet with pre cum. Trish gulped and curled her fingers through her husband's locks. Narancia pulled out his finger and sucked off the clear juices. It tasted like honey. He couldn't wait to taste more. Nara grasped his wife's buttocks, pulling her pussy closer to his lips. Though, there was a little problem. Even though he did love the life growing in her stomach, the largeness of her belly got in the way somewhat of the tongue fucking. No matter, he could figure out something. The brunet got on his knees and hunched over, turning his head diagonally while keeping Trish open with his right hand. Flicking his tongue against his teeth, Narancia began.
Trish held a pillow to her mouth to muffle her increasingly loud moans. Narancia, with his masterful flexibility, was caressing and massaging every centimeter of her labia and vagina, occasionally rubbing his thumb on her clit. God oh god, every inch of her body electrified and tingling with endorphins and pleasure. She wanted to further this feeling, beginning to massage one of her nipples. But what made her mind go blank was Nara's hair. It tickled her privates like nothing else, further turning up the volume of her moans.
Narancia jacked himself off faster, pushing his tongue in as far and he could and making sure to rub his facial hair against Trish's privates. He could feel her thighs quiver on his shoulders. Trish finally gripped Narancia's hair and pushed him nose deep into her pussy. This was unexpected but fucking hot as all hell. He felt the cum about to shoot from his dick and knew he had to finish Trish off soon. Putting a hand on her pregnant stomach he pulled his tongue out and furiously licked his wife's clit. Trish's grip loosened as she let go of the pillow, screams of passion on full blast as the tip of his tongue dug underneath her clitoral hood. It was a miracle they managed to cum only seconds apart, Trish first as her hot juices sprayed all over Narancia's lips and dripped through his wild stubble. Narancia grunted and squeezed his wife's thigh when he ejaculated a large load all over his hand and sofa cushion. The heat of the room temperature seemed to go up and time slowed. Narancia finally was able to stand up, although wobbly. Sweat glistened on Trish's face. Her eyes were closed as she regained her bearings. Dear God. Just too cute to handle.
"So…." He began as wiped the semen on his pants, "was that at least satisfactory?"
Trish opened her eyes and gave Nara a "are you shitting me" look before weakly throwing her pillow at him as the brunet stand user giggled.