"I'm fat!" exclaimed Audrey.
"Yes, but there's a perfectly rational explanation for that." I said calmly.
"I don't care. I feel FAT!" she said again.
I turned to face her and tried to give her a reassuring hug but her 39½ week belly was getting in the way of me trying to comfort my wife. I ended up walking behind her and putting my arms reassuringly around her midriff.
"It won't be long now. The baby will be here soon and you will be the best mother ever." I said.
"And I'm not wearing that fucking tent any more! It makes me look fat!" she continued totally ignoring my attempts to comfort her.
"Well, you need to wear something in the car. You can take the dress off as soon as we arrive at Sally and Phil's place." I replied.
"I don't want to go tonight! I don't want them to see me like this! I just want to stay home!" she argued.
"Listen, it will make you feel better. Most of the other women in the group have done this and it seems to have helped a few of them. The least you can do is give it a try." I said encouragingly.
"OK, but I'm not wearing that fucking tent!" she insisted.
"Darling, it's not a tent. It's just a maternity dress." I said trying to calm her down.
"It looks like a fucking tent!" she said again.
Unlike the horror stories told to me by a number of my friends about their wives' behaviour, my wife was normally calm and reasonable about most things and I had never seen her in such a state before. I simply put it down to the influx of hormones that her body has been having to deal with over the past nine months and knew that the end was in sight.
"You need to wear something. Society's not ready for heavily pregnant women marauding through the streets naked. Why don't you pick something else." I said trying another tact.
"Nothing else fits! You did this to me!" came her swift reply.
"Unless you are seriously trying to say that I impregnated you in your sleep without your permission, you know that's no true!" was all that I managed to utter in my defence before she started again.
"This is all your fucking fault! Gimme that fucking tent!" she yelled pointing at the maternity dress on the bed.
I picked up the dress and tried to help her pull it over her head. Encountering difficulty, she snatched it from my hands and just started swearing to herself. I judged that there was nothing that I could do to help so I stepped back and let her sort it out for herself. She could ask for help if she needed it.
I sat on the bed for a minute or two but then decided to wait for her out in the living room. Although I was genuinely trying to help her, the motivation for my presence may have been misinterpreted as something else. Leaving may also have been misinterpreted as something else. I knew that I could never win.
I waited in the living room and read a magazine. After about five minutes, Audrey waddled into the living room and demanded tersely, "Let's go!" as she continued to waddle towards the inside garage door. I put down the magazine, picked up my car keys and beat her to the door.
When we were about half way to Phil and Sally's place, Audrey turned to me and said, "This is a stupid tradition.".
"Most of the other women have seemed to like it, anyway, it's not mandatory you know, you don't have to do it." I said in response.
"I'll give it a go." Audrey muttered to herself turning to look out her window.
The rest of the trip was relatively uneventful apart from being stuck behind a slow truck for about five minutes. When we arrived, there were already a number of cars parked, but the spot closest to the front door had been left free for us. As I brought the car to a stop and turned off the engine, Sally appeared at the front door and came over to greet us.
By the time I had exited our car, Sally had reached Audrey's side and started to open the door for her. As Audrey wiggled her way out of the passenger's seat Sally's eyes grew somewhat larger.
"My, you're certainly getting close." commented Sally.
"Any fucking day now will suit me just fine!" responded Audrey as she struggled to get out of the car.
Sally helped Audrey get to her feet and then lead her into the house arm in arm chatting about Audrey's impending motherhood. I closed Audrey's door and followed the ladies into the house.
To my left I saw Audrey and Sally enter for first bedroom off the hallway, so I followed them. This was the normal changing room where guests could remove and store their clothing. By the time that I had entered, Sally had helped Audrey almost completely out of her 'tent' with Audrey's head coming free as I started to take my shirt off.
"I'll see you inside." Audrey said handing me her dress as she exited with Sally.
I put my shirt down, took the dress and folded it neatly and placed it on the bed before removing the rest of my clothing.
My wife Audrey and I had a circle of swinger friends. We met two of the other couples at our favourite naturist resort, but the other couples we met through normal social channels and introductions from other swingers that we knew. Whilst our sessions seldom included every couple every time, we made a special effort to get together when one of our ladies reached her seventh month of pregnancy.
Each lady, at some point after passing the seventh month of her pregnancy, would receive a congratulatory gangbang from all of the guys. Each lady except for Michelle that is. Although Michelle was happy for her husband to participate in the ritual, she politely declined to take part during all four of her pregnancies. She was happy to swing one-on-one and I had certainly fucked her on more than one occasion, she was simply not interested in gangbangs and everyone was cool with that.
I followed behind as Sally escorted Audrey along the hallway towards the cacophony of overlapping conversations emanating from the main lounge room. When Audrey entered the lounge room I heard a number of people speak her name and by the time I arrived at the door, Audrey was surrounded by well-wishers marvelling at the size of her belly.
As well as the people greeting Audrey, there were a few groups of people standing around drinking and nibbling on snacks. As I looked around the room, I saw Virginia over in the corner giving head to some guy that I had never seen before. A man and a woman were casually looking on as Virginia did her thing. Virginia was renown for her head jobs and I'm very pleased to report that she has left me almost unable to walk after sucking my balls dry on more than one occasion.
I was also delighted to see that Veronique and her husband Thierry were also in attendance. I met Veronique through work. I can't remember how the subject came up, but she was lamenting her childhood summers in France and complaining about our prudish society.
Veronique grew up in a small, relatively unknown seaside village adjacent to a nude beach. Her house was very close to the beach and she and her family simply walked naked from their house to the beach whenever they felt like it. I remember that she told me that during the summer that she turned fifteen, she managed to spend six whole weeks without once ever having to wear a single item of clothing.
This revelation naturally led to Audrey and I introducing Veronique and Thierry to our naturist resort as well as several invitations to dinner parties at our house. Normally, Audrey is fairly tuned-in to picking up on the swinger vibe about people, but it was not until Veronique and Thierry turned up one evening at a party that Phil and Sally were hosting did we realise that they enjoyed swinging too.
I walked over to the group that Veronique and Thierry were standing with, sneaking a look at Veronique's spectacular body as I did. Her breasts were quite large and incredibly firm for a woman of her age. Her pubic hair was completely natural with hints of grey here and there.
"Salut, ma chérie!" I said planting a kiss on each of Veronique's cheeks in turn.
"Salut yourself!", Veronique responded.
I greeted everyone else in the group in turn, shaking hands with the men and kissing the cheeks of the women as social convention required. Except for Lillian, Lillian gave me a big passionate kiss on the lips, but that's OK because Lillian gave everyone a big passionate kiss on the lips.
"Audrey looks just about ready to pop!" Lillian said looking over at Audrey.
"Yes, any day now." I responded.
"How is she feeling?" Veronique asked.
"Very uncomfortable." I responded diplomatically.
"Yes, I remember the later stages of my pregnancies and I was definitely NOT comfortable." Lillian added.
"I can attest to that too." agreed William, Lillian's husband.
