His Wife

Next to the house's fireplace, sitting against the wall on the floor was Amr's wife Mariam. Mariam never liked the chair her father made for their wedding, always finding it itchy and uncomfortable to sit in. Mariam was working on the small weaving machine (a wedding gift from her mother) weaving a large, ornate blanket in various colors as the finished sections of the blanket lay across her baby-bump.

Amr and Mariam have been married for six months and they started straight away at having children. It did not take long for Mariam to walk out of the healer's hut and hug her husband, announcing that she was pregnant with their pups.

"Calm down, Puppy. None until the sun sets," Mariam teased, not even looking up from her work.

It only took Amr a second to realize that he was sporting a proud erection at the sight of his wife's five and a half-month swollen belly. Something about seeing it appealed to his inner jackal, that his mate was to have his pups and that it was all because of him.

"Well, maybe I could use a little before then."

"You still have three more baskets to fill by sunset. The trading cartel will be here any day now."

"Sunset is hours away. Besides, you don't expect me to walk through the village sporting this, do you?" He teased.

"We have spare linens you can cover yourself wi--" she muffled as she was interrupted by a deep kiss by her husband. She moaned as his and wandered, rubbing her pregnant belly affectionately before moving to her exposed pussy, rubbing it as it became wet. It became wetter as his other hand cupped her swollen and sensitive breast, gently rubbing it.