Twenty Eight Weeks

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John pulled up at the entrance to the training college spot on 5pm; the time Claire’s course was scheduled to finish. He could see other people collecting their partners too. Looking at the people leaving the course they all looked exhausted. How had Claire coped he wondered, after all sas nas now twenty eight weeks pregnant with their child. Even though the pregnancy was totally unplanned and had been a shock, John realized he was starting to get quite excited about being a father.

Then he saw Claire and went off to meet her. John wrapped his arms around her and gave her a loving kiss.

John took her bags and put his arm around Claire for support and to touch the woman he loved, he felt her lean into him. John was eager to find out about the course; after all in four days it would be his turn. “So what was it like?”

“I’m knackered,” said Claire. “It was so tough. But then I made it that way a bit; I tried to join in everything. I can comfortably say I was the fittest pregnant woman there.”

“There were others?”

“Yeah four of us altogether. One about the same due date as me, but she wasn’t as fit and a lot bigger,” Claire said proudly. “I’m glad I’ve been exercising, but even so I think I’ve developed some muscles.” Claire looked at John; “Yeah you can see them tomorrow. Another one about 20 weeks, she wasn’t too bad, then poor Jill, she spent every morning throwing up, so had no strength. I’m so glad I’ve been well the whole time.” Claire looked at John, “Don’t worry I was careful not to overdo it too much. I’ll be fine after a good night’s sleep.”

When they arrived home Claire went strt tot to bed, skipping food, which was unusual these days. John went in about 10 minutes later and saw Claire fast asleep. Bless her he thought. Later that night John snuggled in next to her, Claire automatically shaped her body to John’s but continued sleeping.

Next morning John woke first and not wishing to disturb Claire quietly slipped out of bed. It was still quite early so John left a note and went for a gentle run; he had a hockey game the next day and didn’t want to use all his energy running. Besides he also hoped that Claire would want him too.

By the time he returned and showered Claire though not awake was showing signs that she would wake shortly. John decided to surprise her; he left a note saying ‘Gone Shopping’.

Claire awoke, found John’s note and padded off to have a shower. While she was in the shower John arrived home with breakfast from the little shop just around the corner. He had a feeling that Claire would be very hungry seeing she hadn’t eaten last night.

John was laying out the food when Claire came into the kitchen, wrapped in a towel. “Sit down,” said John, “your breakfast awaits.”


“Mmmm, it looks so good,” replied Claire, “I’m ravenous.” John smiled at this.

“Here, try this,” said John, handing Claire a piece of rolled up pancake with lemon juice and sugar.

“It’s good,” said Claire through a mouthful of food, happily eating the rest of it.

Leaning forward, the towel wrapped around Claire came undone, as she moved to rewrap it, John said, “Can you leave it undone? I love looking at you naked.”

“Only if you take your clothes off,” replied Claire, knowing what was likely to happen.

John moved closer to Claire, “I might need some help,” he said saucily. Claire undid John’s belt, then his button and slid down the zip, then she tugged down John’s jeans, which he obligingly stepped out of. He pulled his t-shirt over his head, leaving him just in his boxers.

“C’mon,” said Claire, “all off,” and she reached out and grabbed John’s boxers and pulled them down, she could see that John was starting to get very interested in the morning’s activities. “Now sit down and let’s finish breakfast!”

They moved their chairs very close to each other, and fed each other morsels of food, being careful not to touch each other to make the build up last longer. John could see Claire’s nipples becoming more and more erect, and Claire was in no doubt about John’s feelings as his penis was rising.

John attempted to put some custard in Claire’s mouth but missed and it went down her front, over her breasts and onto her bulging belly. John immediately started to lick it off, Claire then picked up a lemon tart and rubbed it onto John, so she could lick it off him. By now they were both very aroused.

“John,” said Claire, her breathing quite rapid, “just sit on the chair. Trust me.”

John sat up straight on the chair as Claire had requested, his erection was quite large by now and he was looking forward to relief. What was Claire going to do, he wondered, her stomach was too big for her to sit on him facing each other. He didn’t have to wait long to find out.

Claire moved herself backwards on to John, taking care to position his erect shaft into her warm opening. John moaned with pleasure, it felt so good in there. Claire gripped the side of the chair and started to raise and lower herself on his shaft. John placed his hands on Claire’s breasts and caressed her nipples, he could feel her tightening on him as she gently raised and lowered herself on him. John then moved one hand down to feel Claire’s clitoris, he could tell from the feel of it that she was very aroused, he massaged it gently and heard Claire mutter “Oh John,” as she continued to slide up and down him. Wanting to help, John placed his hands on Claire’s hips to help her raise and lower herself on him, Claire was moving faster and faster, contracting and releasing him, when she murmured “Oh, Yes, John,” as she felt him come inside her as she had her orgasm.

Claire leaned back onto John’s chest while John wrapped his arms around her, and the two of them rested and regained their breath.

“Where’d you pick that up from?” asked John, “It was great.”

“Amazing what you can pick up from others,” laughed Claire. “The pregnant four – I think it could’ve been very educational. We all swapped some ideas, especially Rosa, the one I mentioned who is due round the same time. She wasn’t as interested as I am, but she got me thinking.”

After the recovery period, John said, “I’ve made your back all sticky.”

“Well, you’ll have to help me wash it off, won’t you?”

When they’d done the renovations to the house John and Claire had included a large shower area, and an instantaneous hot water system, which had proved it’s worth over time. Claire adjusted the water flow and temperature and stepped in, taking John by the hand and pulling him in too, not that he needed much encouragement.

John grabbed the soap before Claire and started washing her all over, as John rubbed the soap over her nipples he saw them react before his eyes. He stepped closer to Claire, enveloped her in a gentle hug and started kissing her passionately on the lips, which parted immediately to take in his probing tongue. John and Claire could both feel John growing, as his penis was trapped between their bodies.

After a few minutes Claire broke away from John, grabbing the soap and starting to wash him all over. Then Claire started kissing John’s body, starting at his neck, then moving down his chest, nibbling, sucking and licking his nipples, which reacted immediately. Having excited him there, she moved on, kissing his washboard stomach and then kneeling on the floor, she licked around his testicles, watching John grow whilst she licked. Then she took as much of John’s erection as she could in her mouth. She slid John’s erect penis in and out, using her tongue to excite him further. Not only was John getting very excited, but Claire was also finding it a turn on, as she usually did. John’s breathing was becoming very ragged, it felt so good he wanted it to last longer, but it was no use. He was trying so hard to prolong the exquisite feeling that was surging through him as Claire continued to work on him, but it was no use, with a loud “Arrgh” he explode Cla Claire’s mouth.

Leaning over, John helped Claire to her feet. It was his turn now to pleasure Claire. He started off kissing her gently on the lips and was surprised with the eagerness of her response. He slid his hand down between her legs and was surprised at how wet she was already; John knew it wasn’t just water from the shower. John wanted to make Claire really excited. He slowly slid his lips away from hers and moved down her body, nibbling her ears, caressing her neck, arriving at her breasts that had grown slightly larger lately due to her pregnancy, the nipples erect, he stopped here briefly to suck them, kiss them, lick them, nibble them and just play with them. He could hear a low moaning from Claire. “Please John, I can’t wait much longer.”

“Hang on,” replied John, “be patient.” John reluctantly left Claire’s breasts and proceeded to kiss her stomach, it was like a ball, he just loved it and the knowledge that theiry way was in there. He kissed it all over, before kneeling down and moving his attention lower. Claire opened her legs a little wider so John could gain easier access. He used his fingers first to massage her already aroused clitoris, then Claire raised one of her legs and put in over John’s shoulder. “Please,” breathed Claire, “I can’t wait any more.”

“Be patient,” replied John once more. He stuck his head into the space created by Claire’s raised leg and began to work on her with his tongue. He licked and nibbled her clit, and heard her moaning increasing, her breathing was getting faster, John knew Claire couldn’t wait much longer; he moved his tongue down to her vagina and gently licked around the edges.

“Oh yes, John, now, it’s going to happen. Please, please, please,” chanted Claire in excitement. John slid his tongue in, he knew exactly the spot to put it on, he could feel the activity of her muscly walls, then tasted her juices as they ran down her as she reached her climax. Exhausted Claire slumped onto John, who stood up and held her tight.

The water was starting to cool down, John wrapped Claire in a big fluffy towelling robe and took her to the bedroom, where he lay her down to rest. Quietly John left the room to dry himself and find his clothes in the kitchen. He was glad that Claire had the time off before he went on the course. He still had no more idea of what it was about than before, but it was good to have Claire back, it was amazing how much longing could build up over four days.

Reluctantly John readied himself for the afternoon shift. He hated working Saturday afternoons when Claire was home, now he had Claire in his life his whole attitude to work had changed. Whilst it was still very important, it was no longer the same. At least on Saturday he could dress a little more casually. Suddenly it was time to leave, John snuck into the bedroom, bent over and kissed Claire on the hair, whispering, “Good bye, love you heaps, see you in about 9 hours I hope,” and he tiptoed from the room.

Down at Sun Hill it was very quiet. John was feeling quite bored. Then he heard Jack Meadows bellowing at someone, he quickly pulled a file from the top of his pile, and buried his head in it. He didn’t want Meadows spoiling his good mood.

“John, what are you doing here? I thought you’d be home with Claire.”

“I’d love to be, but I wanted tomorrow off, so I swapped.”

“OK then. Bit quiet?”

“Yeah.”

“Good chance to get that paperwork done then. Keep at it.”

With that Jack left and John let out his breath, thinking thank heavens he left.

Back at the house Claire was staring to wake up, she rolled over and realized John had gone to work. She found the t-shirt John had thrown on the bed as he changed. Claire buried her face in it, and could smell John. The mix of aftershave and him, she loved it. It set her back to thinking about this morning, it had been so goodaireaire found it hard to believe how much she was enjoying sex with John while she was pregnant; it was so good that they could continue. Smelling the shirt, a tingling feeling started around her groin, she knew she was getting wet just thinking about the morning and the man she loved. Leaning over Claire grabbed the phone and called John.

“Boulton”

“Hi John, it’s me.”

“You OK?”

“Yeah, just missing you. Are you busy?”

“Not particularly, but Meadows is on the warpath. Miss you too.”

“Feel like a dirty phone call?”

“Would love it, but can’t risk it, not in the mood he’s in, I think he’s had a major row at home. Why’d you ask?”

“Well, I’ve been thinking about this morning and I’d love to have you inside me again right now. I’m rather wet.”

“Oh Claire, please don’t start, I know what’ll happen if you do.”

“What’s that?”

“I’ll get interested, grow, there’ll be a bulge in my pants at the very least.”

Suddenly there is a loud bellow from the corridor “John!”

Claire says, “Was that Meadows? I see what you mean. Well just get home as fast as you can, I’ll just have to cope with out you.”

“Thanks, I’ll try to leave on time.”

“It’s OK, I’ll wait up for you.”

John prepared himself for a grilling, while Claire prepared herself for something else. Deciding she couldn’t wait for John, Claire knew she needed relief straight away. So she rolled over slightly and opened the top drawer of her bedside table. I hope the batteries aren’t flat she thought as she reached the back of the drawer, and pulled out her vibrator. It hadn’t been used in ages – not since she and John had started going out together. Flicking the switch she was relieved to find it still worked. The vibrator easily slid into her dampness. Claire let it do its work, trying to think of John, she was disappointed but also slightly gratified to find it just wasn’t the same as the real thing. However Claire kept on, she wanted to find some relief to her pent up yearning. Moaning softly and raising and lowering her hips she soon reached the only climax she would get from her machine.

Lying there afterwards she felt unsatisfied. There was quite some time till John would be home, so she decided the best way to make the time pass quickly would be to be very busy.

Later that night Claire was lying on the couch feeling pleasantly exercised, she had done some house work that she hated, gone for a long walk and then down to the gym for some water aerobics. The classes were always popular, but Saturday classes always had casual vacancies. Claire loved the feel of the water on her pregnant body, exercising in the water was so much easier. The TV was on, but Claire was not really watching it. She was just trying to fill in time.

Then she heard John’s key in the door. She picked up the remote, turned the TV off, and the CD player on, then arose form the couch and went to greet John. She put both her arms around his neck and gave him a kiss on the lips. “Well how was it? You survived Meadows?”

“Yeah, just,” answered John returning her kiss. “Have you eaten?”

“Mmm, and you?”

“Went to the canteen.”

Claire removed her arms from around John’s neck and was rubbing them up and down his back, squeezing his buttocks and pushing him into her, as far as her belly allowed. “I missed you when I woke up, so you know what I’d really like now?”

“No, but I think I’m about to find out.”

Claire grinned. “If I bend over will you bang it into me hard, I really want to feel you pound me.” Seeing the look of doubt pass over John’s face she continued, “Don’t worry, the baby will be safe.”

“Sure?”

“Yeah” and Claire began kissing John hard on his lips, forcing her tongue into his mouth and prodding his tongue with hers. She moved her hands down John, unbuckled his belt, and slid a hand inside his trousers where she could feel him growing. John’s hands had also not been idle, pushing Claire’s sweat pants down as far as he could without breaking contact with her lips. He then slid a hand up the back of her shirt and undid her bra, while the other hand rubbed her, getting closer and closer to her clitoris. Claire then undid John’s trousers, which fell around his ankles and pulled down his boxers, releasing him. His penis sprung forth, looking ready for action. John moved his other hand to go up under Claire’s top and rub her breasts. He could already feel her nipples, they felt hard and erect, and his lower hand was getting a reaction from her clitoris.

Claire then broke away from John’s lips, and turned her back to him. Grabbing hold of the back of the couch she bent at right angles, and said “Please John.”

John obliged guiding his enlarged shaft into her damp opening; it felt good, very ready for him. John made the first few thrusts gentle and deep. “Harder John, harder,” pleaded Claire. “Pound it in, please.”

Claire was trying to move her body to help John achieve what she desired. John grabbed her by the hips and began to push himself in harder and faster. He was rewarded by Claire saying “Oh yes, go for it.”

By now they were both into it. John could feel Claire’s contractions around his rod, and Claire was feeling the thrusts deep within her. They were both breathing rapidly, when John could last no longer spurting forth within Claire at just the right time. Though he didn’t want to admit it, John had enjoyed it more than he thought he would. Fully spent John leaned over and hugged Claire, “You OK?”

“Mmm, that was just what I needed. Thanks. Lucky you don’t mind sex the night before a game! I’m so tired, let’s go to bed and sleep.”

“I think it helps. Just don’t tell the coach. C’mon you tired thing.” They both had a laugh and reluctantly separated. Arm in arm they traipsed to the bedroom.

Later in bed they fell asleep, as usual entwined in each other.

The following morning John woke first, amazed to find, as always, they were still entwined in each other, but in a totally different position to that he last remembered them in last night. This time he had no hope of sneaking out of bed, he had one arm under Claire’s neck, and whilst she had her pregnant belly leaning on him and one of her legs over the top of him. What did they do while they slept! Very gently he placed his other hand protectively on her belly and gently rubbed it. “Mmmm” escaped from Claire, she snuggled in closer to John if that were possible, and rubbed her leg up and down John a few times before relaxing back into sleep. John drew the arm under Claire’s neck closer to her and held her close, gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek and decided he too may as well go back to sleep.

A little while later John woke to find Claire kissing him, her tongue trying to probe into his mouth. John opened his lips slightly to allow Claire’s tongue entry and his to respond. With that Claire began gently rubbing her leg up and down John as far as it would go in either direction, her hand slid down towards John’s groin, and as she had expected, she found a stiffening rod. John was allowing his hands to roam over Claire’s breasts and stomach, with the occasional venture down lower, to rub her mound, her clitoris and the entrance to her vagina. Claire was rocking her pelvis as John continued to arouse her, her hips thrusting into her lover as much as they could. John as usual found Claire’s growing excitement arousing him further.

After several minutes of kissing and rubbing each other, Claire raised her leg to allow John entry when he wanted to, she reached down with one of her hands to feel how ready John was, at the same time as John used one of his hands to feel Claire’s state of readiness. They had a little giggle between kissing, but as they each found the others readiness to their liking, it was short lived.

John manoeuvred himself between Claire’s inviting legs and positioned his erection so it could just slip into her, but spent some time rubbing her aroused clitoris. “Oh, John, please,” moaned Claire. John was unable to postpone the moment any longer, even though he would’ve liked to. He slid into Claire and began gently thrusting. He was rewarded by feeling Claire’s muscles gripping him as he moved in, and then releasing him to move back out slightly. His thrusts became more urgent, till finally unable to wait any longe cae came inside Claire and felt her also come. They lay in each other’s arms for some time while their breathing returning to normal, relaxing and enjoying the closeness of their bodies. John noticed Clai bre breathing was becoming deeper, and when he looked at her, he noticed she’d fallen asleep. He smiled at her and gently rubbed her face with his hand, moving it up to her hair and stroking it. How much longer can Claire keep this up he thought, when she returned to work the fun they’d had the last few days would not be possible. Carefully John slid out of bed, covering Claire with the duvet allowing her to get more rest.

Quietly John got ready for his hockey game that afternoon, the season opener. He was really quite excited, and though he wouldn’t tell anyone there were a few butterflies inside him. However they’d done a solid preseason and were fit and raring to go. It should be a good match, against their close rivals. John had heard about the last time they met, he’d only played a few games with his team at that stage, but had missed the last match of the season, against this team, quite a torrid affair, but he’d been in hospital after being beaten. John had heard about the threats they’d made at the end of the game about what would happen next time. They won’t though he thought, once they get on the field, no way. When John was satisfied he could do no more preparation he busied himself tidying up here and there, unable to concentrate on too much, he wanted the game to begin. He crept back to the bedroom to find Claire in bed but waking. “So Sleeping Beauty awakes,” said John with a smile in his voice.

“Mmm,” replied Claire. “You ready for the game?”

“Yeah, think I might jog to the ground, you know get warmed up early.”

“If it stays nice I’ll walk down and watch, I enjoy walking there.”

“Sure? You don’t want to tire yourself out.”

“What, you worried I won’t have any energy for after the game? You’re in more danger of that the way you run up and down the field,” Claire laughed at John.

John gave Claire a kiss and said “See you there then. I love you.”

“I know, and I love you too, but you know that. Play well.” Claire gave John a hug. She never wished John luck, always ‘play well’. Whenever she did wish him luck something bad always seemed to happen. John left with a backpack and his stick bag arranged on his body.

Claire stretched and got out of bed. She wandered around, looking at John’s tidying efforts. He just couldn’t concentrate properly on game days; she knew from past experience, he flitted from task to task. She found no difference this morning, there was evidence of half completed tasks everywhere. The kitchen sink was filled with water, a couple of dishes in there, but more still waiting. Oh well thought Claire, I’ll shower first then finish this lot of before I go to the game, there should be time.

Finally Claire was ready to leave; unlike John she didn’t like getting there too early. She’d met a few wives and girlfriends but had yet to feel close to anyone, but she did enjoy watching John play. Claire decided to walk there even though it meant she would miss the start; it was such a lovely day, to nice to drive when you could walk. While walking Claire heard sirens, but she was so used to them that she thought nothing of it.

Claire walked into the hockey clubhouse, the easiest way to enter the ground when arriving on foot, and the scene that confronted her was more like the custody suite at Sun Hill. There were players, police, officials - talking, yelling, gesticulating. Claire spotted two familiar faces, Sam Harker and Cass Rickmann; She quickly headed towards them, “Sam, Cass, what’s going on.”

“Sarge, can you just come with us, in here,” said Cass, gesturing to an office. “Why don’t you have a seat?” continued Cass. Sam moved the chair for Claire to sit on, then knelt down next to her.

“There was an incident at the start of the game,” Sam started to say.

“John, oh no” exclaimed Claire losing the colour from her face and put up her hands to cover her eyes, but not fast enough to hide the tears that were threatening.

“Well yes, but he’s OK,” Sam explained. “One of the opposition players mistook John for someone else, from the game last season, and didn’t like what happened then, so thought he’d take him out. Apparently he ran at John from behind and used his stick to hit John’s legs out from under him, he just landed flat on his back and I guess you know how hard this surface is, concrete under the astro turf.”

“One of the other wives is a doctor, she got some one to call the ambulance, then a brawl started, so we were called, but John was coming to by the time the ambulance got here, and it was very quick, we’re told. They took him to St Hugh’s, but I’m sure he’ll be fine.” Cass continued on for Sam. “We’ll take you down there and you can see for yourself. OK?”

“Thanks,” sniffed Claire, “Sorry, I just can’t help crying.”

“Don’t worry,” said Sam putting an arm around Claire, “Let’s go and see him, eh?”

Cass and Sam protectively placed Claire in between them and left the hockey ground.