When Getting Pregnant Makes Women Crazy for Sex
Published by Joel April 27th, 2007 in Family, Sex. Share This
Sure, not every woman who gets knocked up turns into a fleshy weeble-wobble aching for cock, but after reading this man’s experience, I wish they would. According to Jayden, whose wife is currently carrying around his spawn, sometimes, if you’re lucky, carrying a baby inside transforms her into the dirty tramp you’d always wished she’d be. Besides the obvious, what’s the benefit? I’ll let him explain his rationale:
1. It’s Perverted. Mounting a pregger-lady is like screwing your Mom. Naughty. Incestuous. My cock stiffens now when I see nine-monthers struggling down the street.2. New Flesh. My wife’s figure has bloomed so big, it feels like I’m cheating on her with a zaftig mistress — quite pleasurable, after the decade of skinny monogamy that I’ve suffered.
3. Checking On Junior. This Daddy likes poking his head down the hallway, knocking on the cervix door to say “Hi!” to his son.
4. Stress Reduction. If I wasn’t romping wild with my wife, I’d just be worrying about college tuition, and my spawn metamorphosing into a Littleton monster.
There’s a fifth benefit he mentions in the next few paragraphs. I’ll give you a sneak peak: “my perineum needs pounding, like abalone.”
Pregnant Nymphos [10 Zen Monkeys] (There is a Suicide Girls ad on there which flashes a breast but it is otherwise work safe.)
I have to be honest here: I don’t care how hot the woman is, if she’s about to reproduce - especially with my seed - she is transformed from sex kitten to someone as pristine as Mary. I could not boink that.
Enjoy it while it lasts, Internet Dude. You’ll need all that porn to ride out the post-delivery vagina tear-up, the postpartum depression, the anti-sex hormones produced by breastfeeding, and the eventual needy kid who knows exactly when you’re about to rail once all that stuff clears up.
Yeah, I’m with you, Jay. My wife is five-and-a-half months pregnant and finds herself frequently in the mood, to put it mildly. I’m not going to try and explain to other guys how I often rebuff her efforts (it’s hard enough to explain to her), but I attribute it to an impossible-to-ignore combination of her pristineness and frailty as a pregnant women and the fact that my child is in there, essentially a witness to my violation of his mother and protector. The guilt and dirtiness that creates for me…it’s too much.
if you do it just right, you get a blow job at the same time.
jeez guys come on, when my wife was pregnant the amount of crazy sex we had was so amazing, granted post birth there was a bit of a drought, but I’m not gonna put her up on some imaginary pedestal especially when the reason she is pregnant was from us having sex.
let me guess no one has their red wings here either cause it’s icky…
James: I wear my red wings proudly.
But, for some reason, this is different.
And adam, your comment is wrong so, so, so many levels. I doubt you’ll read this, as the bolt of lightning has already come down to smite you. Well done.
Oh, I have my red wings - I fly that flight monthly - but like Kerb mentioned, pregnancy is somehow different. Maybe its the fact that I know my kid is there, watching me sully his exitway with my lovetool.
The kid doesnt even know what it happening he/she is swishing around like crazy at the best of times. If you love your Mrs I’d be focusing on her happiness because thats what’s going to matter now and in years to come!