A heavy sigh fell from Sidney's lips as she stood before the full body mirror in hers and Billy's bedroom. She had been in the middle of dressing after a shower when she caught sight of her body and now she gazed upon herself, clad in only her bra and underwear, disappointment sinking into her stomach as she took in her less attractive physical features.
The baby weight from her pregnancy with her and Billy's son hadn't gone away despite her efforts and the fact that three months have passed. No matter what she did, she could see it sticking stubbornly to her abdomen.
Her hips were wider than they ever used to be, stretch marks running up her sides from the way her pelvis changed as her baby grew inside of her.
And her breasts…her breasts felt heavy, the milk she was producing making them less perky. Looking at them made her feel inadequate. She was only twenty-five, too young for her breasts to start sagging, but yet there they were, hanging a bit lower on her chest than she was used to seeing.
Realistically, she knew she shouldn't be so hard on herself. Pregnancy impacts women mentally and physically, and it doesn't mean that a woman is any less or any more attractive than she was before, but she still couldn't help but hate herself whenever she caught glimpses of her reflection and is left alone with her thoughts.
A sniffle escaped her, tears beginning to roll down her face. She felt disgusting.
"Sidney?"
Sidney jumped, wheeling around to see Billy standing in the doorway. Her husband was staring at her in concern.
"Hey, Billy," she said.
"Are you crying?" He asked.
Sidney reached up and quickly wiped away the tears on her face, scrubbing away the salty tracks with her hands. "Yeah," she answered. "But I'm okay. Hormones, you know."
Billy stared suspiciously at her, first glancing at her half-naked form and then at the body mirror behind her. She knew, by the look in his eyes, that he had put together the pieces and knew the true reason why she had been crying. Still, he wanted her to say it.
"Bullshit," he said calmly. "The truth, please."
"I was crying because I hate the way my body looks," she quietly admitted.
Sidney knew that her husband was angry when she saw his eyes darken and his jaw clench. He hated it when people talked badly about her, but he hated it even more when she did it to herself.
"Okay," he was way too calm about this, but Sid found that to be more intimidating than if he lost his temper and actually started yelling about how she shouldn't feel that way about herself. "Tell me why you hate your body."
"What?" Sidney asked in surprise.
"Tell me why you hate your body."
"Billy…I really don't think—"
"Tell me."
Sidney bit her lip. She tried to ignore how his rough command made her feel, but it was useless when she felt her pussy dampen slightly, a wet spot too small for Billy to notice forming in her panties. Aside from her just loving his dominant side, her hormones were making her insanely horny as well as emotional. She hadn't had sex with her husband for the past three months since Tate was born.
Remembering what Billy asked her, though, lessened those feelings of arousal and made her melancholic again. She knew that he wasn't doing it to be cruel, but insecurities were a bitch.
"I hate my stomach," she began softly, carefully, afraid to speak louder. "I can still see the fat on it."
Billy nodded, crossing his arms over his chest. "I know that's not the end of it," he said.
Sidney shook her head. "It's not," she confirmed. "I hate my hips, too. They're wider and I can see stretch marks."
"What else?"
"My breasts," she whispered. "I hate them the most because they're sagging."
Billy was still and silent, taking in his wife's words. Then, after several moments, he uncrossed his arms and walked towards Sidney. Gently grasping her arms, he turned her around so she was facing the mirror.
"Do you know what I see when I look at you?" He asked lowly, his lips touching her ear.
Sidney shook her head, unable to turn her gaze from his through the mirror.
"I see an incredibly beautiful woman who doesn't give herself the credit she deserves," his hand slowly slid down the front of her body until it made contact with her clothed pussy. He felt some satisfaction at watching her try to contain a moan, but it wasn't enough. It wouldn't be enough until she saw what he saw.
His fingers gently rubbed against her panties, teasing her. Watching her eyelids lower halfway in pleasure, he continued to gently rub her clit through the fabric, speaking as he did, "you hate your stretch marks and the bit of weight on your stomach and the way your breasts sag, but I don't. Do you know why? Because they remind me of how sexy you are to give birth to my baby, how I filled your womb and put that baby inside of you."
A whine left her throat as his gentle ministrations quickened slightly, his free hand moving towards her exposed abdomen, cradling it as if her womb still held Tate.
"You hate your stomach, but it has that bit of weight on it because you carried our son within you for nine months. I watched you nurture him in your womb, taking care of him in the way only you ever could. Every month your belly grew bigger and I fell more and more in love with you. I love your stomach."
His hand slid across her stomach to her hips, still covered by her panties.
"You hate your hips, but those stretch marks are from our baby growing inside of you, and they're wider for that, too. I love your hips."
Finally, his fingers danced up her skin to cup her sensitive breasts. Sidney moaned at the feeling.
"You hate your breasts, but they're sagging because of the hormones that's causing them to fill with milk. You're feeding our son, giving him what he needs to survive, to be healthy and strong. I love them because of that."
Billy ceased his movements on Sidney's clit and yanked her panties down, using the other to unhook her bra. He removed the articles of clothing, leaving her naked in front of the mirror.
Wordlessly, Billy pushed her down to her hands and knees by her shoulders, adjusting her so that she was staring at herself in the mirror, the angles reflecting her bare skin and him kneeling behind her.
"Billy…" Sidney whispered.
"Shh," he said, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling his cock free. He was hard and pulsing, the head an angry red and shining with a few droplets of pre-cum. The last three months have been just as torturous for him sexually as it was for her. But now…now he can bury himself into her pussy again, and that realization alone made the primal instincts inside of him flare.
"Keep your eyes on us, Sid," Billy murmured, staring intensely at her, guiding his cock into her. She was so tight and it had been a while for them, he had to take it slower.
Sidney moaned softly, her eyelids fluttering but not closing at the feeling of finally having her husband's cock inside of her again.
His thrusts were slow and deep, his cock sliding all the way into her, stretching out her walls. As they began to pick up speed, his hand wrapped around her neck, lessening her airflow but not enough to cut it off completely. His eyes bore into her own in their reflection, the power and passion stealing her breath and making her wetter.
It also made her embarrassed to see him looking at her like that when she was still so insecure about her postpartum body and she couldn't help but drop her gaze.
"No, you don't," Billy tsked, his hand leaving her neck to firmly grip her chin and bring it back up, forcing her to be at eye level with the mirror again. "You're going to watch me worship the body you hate so much until you love it like I do."
Sidney felt her pussy practically gush at his words, making it much easier for him to pound into her like he wanted to. Grunts and moans filled the room, his cock filling her pussy over and over again, the head touching her womb's entrance before pulling back and repeating the action.
"Billy," she whined, staring hypnotically into the glass. She could see everything—her breasts bouncing with Billy's movements, her hip being tightly gripped with his free hand, the small bump that extended her stomach with every deep thrust his big cock made within her empty womb, his raw gaze…her sensitive pussy fluttered, her inner walls clenching around his hard flesh.
"That's it, baby," Billy encouraged, his breathing getting faster and more labored. His hips worked, feverishly pumping into her. It wouldn't take long for him to reach his release, but he wanted her to be first like always, so he released her hip and trailed down her body to her clit, rubbing and pinching it to further stimulate her.
That was all it took, really. The stimulation of his cock rubbing her walls the way she always loved, her clit being played with, her husband's dirty words…it threw her headfirst into an orgasm, cum spilling from her pussy onto the carpet below. She screamed his name, staring intensely into the mirror as her contracting walls brought Billy to his own end, watching him toss his head back and tense, both hands now gripping her hips, his fingers digging so deep that she was sure he was going to leave bruises on her pale skin. Hot cum flooded her pussy, filling up her womb, and triggering a second, more fervent orgasm.
When they came down from their highs, Billy placed a gentle kiss on his wife's neck. "How do you feel now, baby?" He asked, trailing his kisses to her shoulder while the hand gripping her chin lowered to cup her breast again.
It took Sidney a few moments to catch her breath, but when she did, she looked at her reflection. She could still see the imperfections on her body, but she found that, unlike earlier, it didn't bother her as much to observe them. "Better," she answered.
"Yeah?" Billy hummed, kissing her shoulder.
"Yeah. I mean…I still don't like the way I look, but…seeing them now…I don't think I hate them anymore…maybe your cock is magic."
Billy laughed into her shoulder. "Or maybe you've finally realized that your body experienced childbirth and that you shouldn't be ashamed of it."
Sidney smiled softly, both at her husband's affectionate behavior and at the body that had changed so much in the past year. "Maybe," she replied.
