“And you knew that he and Leonard were partners? Lovers?”
“Yes, my dear wife. That’s the very reason I hired Leonard, so he could be near Harris.”
“Now that I have no need for a chauffeur, I wondered if Harris could come live with us and be one of your children, too?”
Abelard looked intently at Harmony for a long time before He spoke.
“If we bring Harris to live with us as one of my children, do you understand what that means, Harmony?”
“I have an idea, Sir. Please tell me more.”
“It means he would be required to service me the way you do. It means you and he must be available to me at any time.” Abelard paused, allowing his words to sink in before continuing. “It might even mean that Leonard would be living with us, too, since he and Harris are lovers. Can you handle all that?”
“There is so much to contemplate, Sir,” she said. “I need time to reflect on how I will handle the board tomorrow and also on how I feel about being pregnant. There are so many pros and cons to both situations.”
“Then that’s what you should do – reflect,” he said. “Let’s prepare you for corner time. While you sleep, I will talk with both Harris and Leonard to see what we can work out.”
He took her hand. Together they went into the large master bathroom. He took the four-quart black rubber bag out of the cupboard, put in several squirts of liquid Ivory and filled it with extra warm water. He coated the over-sized nozzle with Vaseline, and released the clamp briefly to test it. Harmony shuddered as she watched it shoot out the end. She took a large clean towel out of the drawer, placed it over his lap, and draped herself across his knees. He lifted her skirt, patted her rump, and eased the nozzle into her ass as far as it would go, watching her labored breathing. Then he left it in, opened the clamp, and felt her body give a jolt with the first rush of water.
Rubbing her stomach from time to time, clamping off the flow occasionally, the bag finally emptied itself out into her belly. As he maneuvered the hose out of her ass, he quickly slipped in a large greased butt plug as she groaned. Then he reached for the broad leather paddle that hung on the bathroom wall.
He placed the paddle to her lips for her grateful kiss. Giving twenty licks to each of her cheeks, he watched the quivering skin turn bright red.
“Now you will be able to reflect more clearly,” he said, helping her stand before him. He started to chuckle again. “Look at you! The fluid is swelling your belly. That should give you an idea of how you will look soon. My baby will push out your belly just like that; it’s extremely appealing. It’s sexy, and everyone will know I fucked you, that I am the man who put the baby there for you.”
Harmony was trying hard not to grimace at the churning inside her gut. He didn’t give her an enema often; usually he relied on suppositories. This method of cleansing was so immediate, it didn’t require the build-up that suppositories or soap sticks did. She needed to release it now.
But Abelard was right, as he usually was. The need to release brought clarity to her thoughts, as she served her corner time in the normal stance – nose to the corner, feet about two feet out and spread apart. The wild churning in her gut increased as her thoughts searched for some sort of resolution to the events in her life with him.
She pondered her rapidly changing life. Did she really want a baby? What would it do to her shape? Her breasts? How would another baby detract from her own need to be a baby? Having a baby demanded so many years of commitment. Did she really want that?
“You’re deep in thought, love.” Abelard had returned. “What have you worked out for yourself?”
“I was thinking about tomorrow, and about serving you in front of the board. The old codgers will no doubt wish to be in your place.”
“Are you saying they are a bunch of dirty old men?” Abelard laughed. “You’re a vixen.”
“It is perfect for tomorrow. But I get the idea there’s something else on your mind?”
“The baby,” she admitted. “I haven’t reached much clarity with that yet, Sir. There are so many questions that haven’t been answered for me. It may take several more corner times before I can reconcile my feelings about that one.”
“Of course it will, my dear. But we have a few more months to look at that. As you grow larger, perhaps you will be more inclined to be passionate about pregnancy. Your whole body will start to glow with pride.”
He allowed her to go to the bathroom and relieve herself. Afterwards, he helped her clean herself and then pushed his cock into her bottom. He watched himself move in and out, his foreskin pushing back in ripples, the head bright and glistening.
“And just think,” he said throatily as he fucked her ass. “As you grow larger and your pussy becomes unavailable, I can still fuck her here, in your beautiful ass.”
The imagery, combined with Ableard’s commanding words, soon had her coming harder than ever.
Housework was delayed the next morning, due to the board consultation. She would clean house later in the afternoon. For now the time was here for her to once again play the role of consultant and professional woman. The men were due to arrive at nine o’clock. After breakfast, Abelard dressed Harmony in a pleated red plaid skirt, knee socks, a t-shirt top, and white silk panties. He let her wear saddle oxfords, and braided her hair, tying the braids with bows.
She is very beguiling, Abelard thought as the stodgy men with puffy cheeks and bulging bellies gathered around the large conference table. They would have not come for this consultation if it had been an issue they could resolve without Harmony. Each one of them resented the fact that she was still necessary for their smooth operation. The last one sat down as Abelard led Harmony into the room.
Every mouth dropped open as they stared at the provocative young woman before them. In silence they stood in respect, but the trousers of every single one immediately bulged out beyond belief. Harmony looked from one to the other, realized she was going to enjoy these moments even more than she thought at first. She had no intention of relieving their discomfort – at least not yet. She smiled to herself, imagining the beauties that lay behind those zippers.
“Please,” she said softly, but with authority. “I’m more than happy to help you with your problems. But understand that as I do, I will be seeing to what is now my first responsibility, the needs of my husband and master, Abelard.
Chapter Seven
“Now,” she continued, “please tell me the nature of your request. How can I help you?”
“We seem to have some issues with one of our overseas suppliers,” one man said as Abelard came to stand beside Harmony. She sat back in the chair she’d taken at the head of the conference table, reaching out as she did to fondle her husband’s cock through his trousers.
“Go on,” she said pleasantly, looking at the man who’d spoken.
He swallowed as Abelard helped the former CEO from her chair and took her place. Now Harmony sat on his lap, facing the men, as her husband freed her breasts from her skimpy top and began massaging them.
“Which supplier?” she asked, leaning back. Her nipples were growing hard as Abelard pulled on them.
The man who was speaking was obviously flustered. “The one in China,” he said.
Harmony laughed. “Oh, that one,” she said, beginning to rub her pussy, spreading her legs as she continued to speak. The men’s eyes were all fixed on her now as she massaged her clit while her husband continued to roll her large, sensitive nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
“Fire them,” she said. “Let it be known that we are seeking a new supplier. I wasted more than enough time with that particular one, and the day before I left I had several offers from vendors offering better goods at cheaper prices.”
The man fumbled with is pen and nodded.
“Have Murchison there handle the deal.”
Murchison, a board member sitting across the room, was staring at her breasts, slack-jawed.
“Is that al
l right, Murchison?” she asked.
“Oh, god yes,” he said, and she smiled, wondering if he was talking about her strategy or her tits.
Later, as the men were leaving, Abelard noticed they gave him looks ranging from begrudging respect to envy. He smiled.
* * *
The morning after the Special Board Meeting, Harmony woke up feeling nauseated.
“Daddy Abelard!” she called from the crib where she had spent the night. “Daddy!”
He dashed in from down the hall, flipping on the dresser lamp as He ran past.
“What’s the matter, baby?”
“I think I’m going to puke, Daddy! Hurry!”
He grabbed Harmony from the crib and carried her to the bathroom located between their bedroom and her nursery. As soon as he helped her kneel in front of the toilet, she gagged and vomited, but both knew exactly what it meant. She was definitely carrying his child.
After washing her face with a cool washcloth, he held her lovingly in his arms, cooing and smoothing down her hair.
“Oh, my darling baby! You’re pregnant! How exciting!” He was beside himself with joy.
“I don’t know, Daddy. I’m not sure about this at all. It’s making me feel so sick.” She sobbed against his shoulder. “Besides, I worry about what it will do to our relationship. How can I be your baby and be a Mommy, too?”
“Darling, we can work that out so easily! We already know someone who can help us out, don’t you know?”
“Who, Daddy? I don’t know anyone around here. All my life has been taken up at work or with only you.”
“Mrs. Char! She can be our Nanny. Don’t you remember? You seemed to enjoy having her here and she would be the perfect solution to our need.”
Harmony lifted her head and looked at him, searching his eyes for some sign that he was teasing her, but there were none. He was serious about this.
“Not only that,” Abelard continued, “but she can serve other needs as well. I’ll call her today and make arrangements.”
“Wait,” Harmony said, “what other needs do you want her to take care of?”
“While you are pregnant, she can do the housework the way she always has in the past,” Abelard responded. “Also, I remember that you seemed to enjoy her sexually. And when you are far enough along in the pregnancy that you are not able to have penetration from me, she can satisfy your sexual needs.”
She nodded, yawning against his shoulder and said, “Please, Daddy! Can we discuss this later? May I go back to bed for a little while? I just don’t feel like eating anything right now. Maybe later I’ll feel like getting up and taking care of my chores for you.”
“Of course, Baby. I’ll put you back in bed and call Mrs. Char right away. I know she hasn’t started her other new position yet, and she can help you out with your daily work.”
Abelard carried her toward the crib, continuing his thoughts about hiring Mrs. Char again. “In fact, so she’ll be here to help at anytime, I’ll see if she can move in here with us. As you know, I have separate maid’s quarters where she can stay.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Harmony said, her eyes closed as she drifted back to sleep. “Anything...”
Abelard stood gazing down at his beautiful child-bride, happy that other parts of his life would soon resume the routine that he had benefitted from over the past several years. He would have someone familiar to keep his house, but it was someone his new wife felt comfortable with, someone who could satisfy her needs while he watched. A gentle snoring sound drifted up from the crib. Abelard reached down and ran the tips of His fingers over Harmony’s soft belly.
My child! My baby! Not only that, but my baby carrying my baby inside her!
He backed out of the room without a sound, turned off the lamp, closed the door and went to His office. He knew the phone number from memory.
“Mrs. Char?” She heard his excitement through the phone line. “We need you to come live with us. Harmony is pregnant and I...I mean...we wonder if you would help her out with the daily chores as well as be the nanny after my baby comes.”
“I’ll be right there,” she said. “I knew all along you couldn’t get along without us both.”
By ten o’clock that morning, Mrs. Char had unpacked all her clothes in the maid’s quarters and was ready to resume her position as a member of Abelard’s household.
He took her hand and said, “Come with me to Harmony’s nursery. I want her to know you are here and that you will be caring for her. I think she may still have some doubts about you being here.”
“You mean she’s worried that something will happen between you and me?”
“I believe she is, because she knows it has in the past. But I want you to reassure her that all of that is behind us now. The two of you have a relationship, but I am in a way a beneficiary. I am only interested in one woman now, and that is Harmony.”
Together, Abelard and Mrs. Char tiptoed into the nursery and stood side by side at the railing, watching Harmony’s quiet breathing. Abelard put his hand over Mrs. Char’s and said, “She is a sweet and beautiful little thing, isn’t she?”
Char gave him a kiss on his cheek. “Do you know how lucky you are to have both of us here? Not every wife would welcome me back.”
“That’s true,” he admitted. “Right now, I think we should let her sleep while you and I make sure your room is set up and adequate for you.” He smiled at her, took her arm and led her out into the hallway.
When Harmony awoke, it was to Mrs. Char sitting at her bedside. She smiled sweetly at her, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
“Are you going to be the nanny?” she asked.
Mrs. Char leaned forward, running her fingers down Harmony’s cheek. “Yes,” she said. “First to you, and then when the baby comes, to him or her as well so that you can continue to be your husband’s little one when he so desires it.”
“You must love him very much to do this,” Harmony said, almost sadly.
“I love you both,” Mrs. Char said. “I’m quite happy to have a physical relationship with just one of you, though, and Abelard has indicated that he is fine with you and me spending time together for your pleasure and for his.”
“He is indeed a wonderful man,” Harmony said.
“And you are a wonderful wife.” Mrs. Char replied. “How are you feeling?”
“Much better now that you’re here, Nanny,” Harmony said in a little girl voice, smiling.
***
Char lifted Harmony over the lowered railing, sat in the big rocker with Harmony on her lap, and slowly started to rock and hum a little song. Harmony closed her eyes and rested her head on Char’s ample breasts, wishing she could nurse them.
“Just relax and suck, little Harmony. Let yourself be my baby as well as his.” Her voice was soft and gentle. “See, doesn’t that feel nice and safe? Won’t you enjoy being baby to both of us? When your Daddy is busy, I’ll be your Mommy, or anything else you want me to be.”
Char slowly continued to rock Harmony, who held Char’s breast in both hands as she closed her eyes and eagerly sucked. Harmony sighed with contentment. Char slipped her fingers through the leg opening of Harmony’s wet diapers and fingered the little girl kitty.
“Yes, your little Harmony and I are going to have a perfect relationship,” Char said when Abelard walked into the nursery. “Does this golden chain around her neck have the significance I think it might?”
“Harmony wears my golden chain around her neck at all times to indicate that she is not only my submissive, but that she is my wife, my child, my love. When appropriate, she also wears my leather collar, but the golden chain is always there.”
“It’s beautiful,” Char said, fingering the delicate chain as Harmony nursed. The slight touch on her neck woke up Harmony and she reached out her hand to Abelard. He helped her off Char’s lap and gave her a big Daddy-type hug.
“How is my little girl feeling this now?” he said. “Did your nap help ease the queasiness
in your tummy? And did your Nanny’s breast help?”
“Yes, Daddy,” Harmony said. “Both helped. I’m ready to get up now.”
The three went down to the kitchen to prepare for lunch. Harris and Leonard were already sitting at the table, and jumped up as if to leave when the three came in.
“No, don’t go,” Abelard said. “Harmony wants to include the two of you in my family, too. I haven’t decided just how to do that yet.” He motioned to the couple, inviting them back into the kitchen. “Harris, Leonard, this is Char, my housekeeper and Harmony’s Nanny. You may remember Char from before when she came to clean my house?”
“Yes,” both men said together.
“Since Harmony does not need your services as frequently now, Harris,” Abelard said, “we need to find another responsibility for you. Do you have any ideas?”
“Not at the moment, Sir,” Harris replied. “But perhaps I should discuss it with Leonard and we can come up with something. Harmony did indicate that you might want me to be your son sometimes.”
“That’s a very good idea, Harris,” Abelard said. “And how about you, Leonard? What do you think you can do for me?”
“Sir, I will continue to drive your limo and be your manservant.”
“And you can’t think of any other way you could please me?”
Leonard blushed, exchanged glances with Harris, and said, “Yes, Sir, I can think of ways, but I wasn’t sure if you would be interested.”
“I’m definitely interested,” Abelard said with a smile. “We will discuss the particulars at another time.
In the meantime, Char prepared the oatmeal for everyone. She gave a baby spoon to Harris along with a bottle of fresh water and indicated that he was to feed Harmony her lunch.
Harris sat in front of his beautiful stepsister with Leonard beside him. As Harris fed her, he said, “You are just as sweet as you ever were, Sis. I’m so happy you are here with us.”
Harmony swallowed her mouthful of oatmeal, took a swig from her baby bottle and said, “And what about you, Leonard? What will you do to please my husband, my Daddy, my lover?”
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