The imagination is such a wild thing. We can build up experiences, and formulate plans so effectively, only for them to completely fall apart when enacted.

I remember a moment from my honeymoon with Meg where all of my best laid plans came crashing down on my head. We had been sexually active together for several years before we got married, but I really wanted to blow her mind on our honeymoon. I had done my research, and knew exactly what combination of oral and penetration it would take to bring us to climax at exactly the same moment, in an unforgettable sexual explosion we'd remember for the rest of our lives together.

So when a few minutes in, she said "Go ahead and cum, we will get me afterwards", I felt more than a little deflated. It taught me a valuable lesson in life, marriage and sex: go with the flow.

Now, a decade later, our flow had taken us to a place I never imagined we could be. I was used to her being in the driver's seat of our sex life, but what I wasn't used to is her pedal-to-the-metal enthusiasm about sex. Now six months into her latest pregnancy, she was completely insatiable.

Despite her ever-transforming body, her confidence had never been higher. Her baby bump could make some of the logistics of intercourse interesting, but she absolutely rocked the shit out of her figure, and was blowing my mind on the daily with photos, videos, blowjobs, hand jobs, ass jobs, tit jobs... You get the idea. After years of a sex life that ebbed much more than flowed, I was loving every single second of it - and dreading the abrupt return to "normal" that was inevitably coming post-partum.

Today's video collection had included scenes of her playing with her vibrator - a toy I had purchased as an attempt to spice things up in years gone by - trailing it across her breasts and pussy lips, teasing herself towards an orgasm she promised to reserve for me. By the time I was able to break away and meet her in our bedroom, her cheeks bore a crimson flush and her eyes were glazed with lust. I wasn't actually sure how necessary my presence was for her enjoyment, but I sure as hell wasn't going to miss out on the show.

"Get naked" had left her lips before the lock was even engaged on the bedroom door, and I did what I was told. I had popped half of a Cialis an hour earlier - a little insurance policy I'd picked up via online telehealth to ensure I didn't miss a single opportunity during this pregnancy. The resultant erection was stronger than I'd had in years, and I strode towards her confidently, my cock standing tall and proud as her eyes drifted over my body and settled on my groin.

"You're so hard", she whispered, taking my cock in her hand as I stood beside the bed.

"You have that effect"

She continued to stroke me, half propped in the bed, while I leaned down and kissed her softly. Her head arched up to meet me, and I slid my hand under the covers to find her completely naked. The blanket fell away from her tits, and they rose and fell heavily as her breathing picked up. I ran my hands over her belly, across her pussy lips, then dipped a finger inside her. Her kisses paused as she let out a breathy "ohhh, yes" into my mouth.

"Get in bed", she invited, sitting up to give me her spot with my back against the head rest. As I settled into position, she climbed astride me, and resumed making out. My cock was agonizingly hard, and comparably impressive as it lay sandwiched between my abs and her baby bump, her gorgeous breasts pressing tightly into me as she lavished me with kisses. I slipped my hands between us and began tuning her nipples like the pleasure dials I had discovered them to be.

She slid up my body, my cock trailing down until it was aligned with her pussy, before sliding me ever so slowly inside her. I felt her mouth open into my kiss as she took me in, inch by inch, and settled into position with me buried inside her. Then she resumed kissing as though nothing had happened, and I continued manhandling her tits like they owed me money. After several minutes, she began to move.

It was extremely tentative at first, an almost reflexive rolling of her hips as we continued to make out. As she broke away to moan and lean her head back, I latched onto the nipple in front of me and sucked deeply. Her hand shot to the back of my head as I rolled it around with my tongue, gently biting her areola. There was nothing subtle about her movements now, as she ground hard into me, my cock gently prodding her cervix at the deepest part of the grind.

She picked up her pace, and the sensations skyrocketed for me as she began humping me in earnest, desperation evident in her breathing. I was building to a rapid climax, and dreading having to tell her. I channeled my urgency into the outright assault I was now unleashing on her breasts - biting, pulling, squeezing in tandem as she rode me harder than she ever had before.

At the last possible moment, I broke away from her nipple and said "Shit, babe - we gotta stop, I'm about to cum", knowing I had maybe 5 seconds tops before I was past the point of no return.

"That's okay", she replied: "So am I!"

Her last three words came out as a cry, and the realization struck me at the same moment as the first wave of cum shot into her. She was convulsing on my dick, squeezing every drop of come out of me as her orgasm ripped through her body. She rode hard throughout, and my own climax matched her intensity as we moaned and laughed together. At last, she collapsed onto me, my dick still uncharacteristically hard inside of her, and just let me hold her for a while.

This was the peak of our sexual experience together. It was unscripted and hotter than I could have possibly imagined.