The bedroom glows in the warm candlelight, the scent of red roses thick in the air as your husband waits for you on the bed. ​He is wearing the silky red robe, completely untied and draped open to expose his glowing, oily skin. His swollen, four-month pregnant belly pokes out prominently, so low and heavy that his full, aching breasts rest right against the top of the curve. Lying on his side, the sheer fabric highlights the soft, prominent curve of his pregnant hips and butt, making him look breathtakingly attractive. ​He looks up at you with dark, heavy-lidded eyes, running a slick hand over his bare bump. "Happy anniversary," he murmurs, his voice a low, teasing purr. "I've been waiting for you to come dress—or undress—me."