"Honey, I'm hooome~!"
Sammi's trill sounded from the front door as she enthusiastically swung the door open, letting in the early morning air as she entered boobs then belly first through the door, the six month pregnant housewife squeezing her enormous pink designer mom purse through the door, her mane of long curly blonde hair finally following her as it brushed against her bubble butt, wobbling within the constraints of her tight pink one-piece dress.
Sammi pouted as her darling husband wasn't there to greet her after she had taken her four and three year old k1ds to kindergarten, leaving the two of them all free to spend his day off together. Well, except for their youngest baby, but thanks to him convincing her to take a gap year between pregnancies, they only had one of those to worry about. Said darling husband was still soundly asleep, taking the opportunity to sleep in rather than get up bright and early like his beautiful wife had gotten into the habit of.
Sammi decided to let him keep sleeping, seeing as he was so worn out after last night's fun. She hummed happily to herself as she put on an apron and started to cook breakfast for him, a perfectly arranged bacon and egg breakfast. It was the least she could do for her big, strong husband who provided for her and allowed her to live such a blissful life where she belonged: in the kitchen, in the bedroom, and when she wasn't in either of those, barefoot and pregnant and taking care of the k1ds.
She still remembered his romantic proposal: thanks to Sammi's efforts she had gotten herself knocked up less than a week after their first date, possibly even on their first date if she was lucky. Their relationship had gone smoothly after that, although she had been too ditzy to tell if she was pregnant until three months later when she started showing, and she still looked back fondly on that initial start to their relationship, filled with sex and fun, but mostly fun sex. She wanted to fuck him, and he seemed content to fuck her. It was the ideal relationship, really. And it had been so romantic when he realised she was pregnant, he said he'd take responsibility and went out and bought a ring that very week! What a perfect guy!
With her goal of starting a family and having sex most days and nights of the week complete, the newly married Sammi started working on her next goal: knowing her place and devoting her life to making her man happy. Cooking, cleaning, and taking care of the k1ds: she had devoted herself to becoming a domestic goddess, unconcerned with worldly skills outside of those. Paul had for some reason expressed disappointment that she seemed to have little ambition in life beyond childrearing, but she had made it very clear that having as many babies as possible was her greatest passion, even more than the sex that made those babies.
The fact that they only had three babies with one more on the way was something she regretted, Paul having convinced her to take some time off of gestating after the first two when he realised they were probably going to have a baby every year until she hit menopause. After a year or so she had convinced him to let her have another, and after that she was insatiable, currently working on her fourth. Personally, she couldn't be happier than when she was with her k1ds and her husband.
But, she thought as she patiently waited for him to wake up and walk in to meet her, she was getting the impression even through her bubbleheaded brain that he wasn't quite as content as her. But why? As far as she could tell, she had done everything perfectly. She had poured even more love onto him, yet he always acted like something was missing. Just what was it? Sammi continued to use her limited brainpower to ponder it until she heard his footsteps, and eagerly gathered up his breakfast.
"Good morning, darling!" She smiled, arms outstretched with his plate as he blearily eyed his beautiful wife. "I made breakfast just for you! Or maybe you'd rather have me instead?"
Paul stared at her for a second as she made it clear which dish he'd rather eat this morning.
"I'll have breakfast, please." He yawned, Sammi pouting slightly as she set up his dinner table.
"I can do that." He said, stepping in as she went to retrieve his cutlery.
"Nuh-uh, that's my job!" Sammi insisted. "Jeez, what's gotten into you lately? First you say that you'll do the cleaning sometimes, now you do stuff like this!"
"I just want to take the load off of you." Paul explained, his kindness being appreciated but firmly rejected.
"Cleaning is a woman's job!" Sammi insisted, her hands on her curvy birthing hips.
"I just think you should be taking more of a break these days." Paul said, rubbing his eyes as the eggs failed to make up for his exhausted energy levels. "I think you've been pushing yourself too hard. Why don't you try finding something to do besides taking care of the k1ds and housework?"
"Not at all!" Sammi continued. Why did her husband have to be so nice? "Besides, I have, like, hobbies and stuff. Like shopping!"
"I suppose you do." Paul chuckled, finishing his breakfast.
"So, what do you wanna do on your big day off?" Sammi said eagerly, putting herself within groping range. "I dropped the k1ds off, so it's, like, just you an' me an' the baby, but she's sleeping right now anyway. You wanna, like, do it on the couch?"
"Not right now." Her husband disappointed her, even though she had so many good memories on that couch.
"Fine, silly-billy, I see you're still sleepy." Sammi crossed her arms in slight indignation. "I can wait until you're, like, feeling all tip top. How about I make lunch and then we fuck?"
"Why don't we go out for lunch together for once?" Paul suggested. "Just the two of us."
"And then we can fuck?" Sammi asked eagerly, but Paul merely sighed in response.
"Samantha, is there something you really enjoy that we can do together today?" Paul suddenly asked her, and Sammi thought about it as hard as she could.
"Uh, there's like, sex, and taking care of the k1ds..." Sammi wracked her limited brains. "And shopping I guess..."
"Anything else?" Paul sounded a little strained. "Anything at all?"
"Nothin' that really matters." Sammi concluded. "But, like, I'm really good at all of that stuff!"
Sammi beamed cluelessly, happy that her husband cared so much about her, as Paul began to wonder if his wife really only cared about him for his cock. Before he had gotten her pregnant and married her
Was he truly making her happy? Sure, she was the traditional type, but surely there had to be more to life than just fucking his beautiful wife who seemed content to play homemaker and little else. It was like she was some kind of sex goddess, but that meant she embodied sex and femininity and little else. Despite her seeming enthusiasm, their marriage seemed so... shallow. But was the problem with him, and not her? Was there more he could do for her? Was this truly the type of marriage that could last through the years, particularly with this many k1ds?
The couple pondered their own problems, clueless to the thoughts of the other. Eventually...
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