“She’s in our bathtub,” I said, annoyed again at the thought. “I didn’t say anything to you, but she’s been very rude to me ever since yesterday. She was in the library, and she was smoking, dropping ashes on the rugs, and she nearly threw a book into the fireplace. She said she was going to have you turn it into a boutique for her. Oh, Jack, the mere suggestion had me seeing red. And she’s been so mean, calling me a whore and a gold digger. I just don’t understand why she is behaving like this! And, on top of it, she told ME to go to the servant’s bathroom.”
“What? That disrespectful wench. Come on.” He took me by the hand and led me down the hall. He burst into the bathroom, me in tow.
“Oh, hello, my future husband, have you come to join me?”
“Get out of that bathtub this instant, Lillian.”
“Aww, did your little whore run and tell on me? Stop pretending like you’re trying to shield her feelings, Jack, we both know she’s nothing to you. I’ve had enough of this little charade. You need to get her out of our house.” She turned her gaze to me. “He’s mine now, or are you too dumb to see that? Just accept it, and hope you can find yourself some other rich man.”
Jack marched over to Lillian and shoved the paper in her face. “You’re wrong. It is YOU who mean nothing to me, and YOU who will be getting out of OUR house. You knew you were pregnant before I ever touched you. You tried to trick me into believing this child was mine. You came into my house, upset my wife, and tried to ruin my marriage. Get your sorry ass up RIGHT NOW and go back to wherever the hell you’ve been all this time.”
She gasped, sputtering. “What- how dare you go through my things? Besides, you don’t even know what you’re talking about. He probably just wrote the date wrong.”
“I don’t want to hear any more of your lies.” Jack said. He called for Mary, and told her to throw her things out on the lawn.
“What?” Lillian screamed. “At least let me get dressed first!”
“No. You do not deserve one more second in this house.” He dragged her up by her elbow, and handed her a towel. “This is good enough. You can get dressed on the lawn, since you obviously don’t value your modesty anyways.”
He led her down the stairs by her elbow, as she struggled to keep the towel around her, screaming and arguing the whole way. He followed Mary out the front door, who seemed to be taking great satisfaction at disposing of Lillian’s belongings, tossing them like confetti. The doctor had just arrived, and was standing on the bottom step with a shocked look on his face. I imagined what it must have looked like, a maid throwing clothes all over the lawn as Jack dragged a mostly naked pregnant woman out, with his wife following behind in only a nightgown and robe. I placed my hand over my face, dreading the stories that would spread around town about the incident, when Lillian began begging the doctor.
“Doctor, please tell this man that you wrote the wrong date on the prescription, he seems to think I was pregnant before we were together. Tell him you made a mistake.”
Doctor Smith took a deep breath and squared his shoulders, regarding her solemnly. “No, Lillian, I will not. It was no mistake, and I won’t allow you to do to this man what you tried to do to me.”
He turned to Jack. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you yesterday. When you arrived, in addition to having just been informed of an impending birth, my nurse was there, who happens to be my wife’s niece. When you told me her name, my heart sank. Some time back, I was going through a rough period. My wife and I were arguing. We had never been able to conceive children, and she had just begun the change- menopause, that is. She was emotional, and volatile, which is to be understood. She had always wanted children, and now she knew it would never happen. I ran into Lillian at the tavern. She seemed so concerned, and listened to my gripes, which was nice, considering I had to listen to others’ all day every day. I was weak, and I’d made a mistake. She showed up at my office a week later, claiming I’d impregnated her, which is, of course, ridiculous. She obviously knows nothing about pregnancy, she wouldn’t have even known she was pregnant a week later. She tried to threaten me, but I let her know that it would go worse for her than it would for me. I gave her a prescription to manage her symptoms, considering she threw up on my office floor in the midst of the argument, and sent her on her way. She obviously got to you after me, I wish I’d warned people about her antics, but my wife and I were still not on the best of terms, and I was afraid it would ruin my marriage if I let the secret out.”
“You IDIOT! You’ve ruined everything! You were supposed to come here and say that it was his baby, and now you’ve ruined it all! You could have just kept your mouth shut, and I could have had what I wanted, and you could have kept your secret. Now I’ll tell your wife about us, I’ll destroy you!”
“I would have done no such thing, ma’am, and I knew you were going to try to blackmail me into doing just that. As soon as I got done with work yesterday, I went home and told my wife the whole story. She was upset, of course, but she agreed to forgive me. We’re in a much better place now, and we love each other as much as we ever did. We may have never gotten the child we wanted, but we have each other, and we’re not going to let some misguided woman tear that apart. Now, why don’t you just go to the man whose baby this really is, or go home to your family?”
Lillian’s face looked defeated, and she stood there, looking pitiful, still clutching the towel as her lip began to tremble. I took pity on her and fetched her a dress off the lawn, and held the towel up to give her some privacy while she slipped it over her head. Once she had it on, she sat down on the front step. “I can’t. As soon as I was old enough to marry, my parents kicked me out. They said they had no use for a daughter, that I couldn’t bring them any money. I came to this town because I thought maybe I could meet a nice man here. I’ve tried to get married, but it seems all men want is sex. I met someone while I was working for you, Mr. Hudson, he was a soldier. We had a brief fling, and I awoke one morning to find him gone. He left me a note saying he was sorry, but that when he got back from the war, he already had a sweetheart back home he was marrying. I realized I never even knew his last name. I realized I was with child about a month later, and I had to find someone, anyone, don’t you understand? I don’t even want a child, let alone to have to raise one by myself. After you threw me out, Jack, I had to go to a home for women in my situation. I couldn’t stand it one more minute there, not when I had the chance of having you take care of me. I could have had riches, not a cot in a shameful house for knocked up girls. I had to try. ”
Jack and the doctor began to help her to her feet, when suddenly water gushed from her. She gasped and grabbed her stomach.
“Well, my dear, whether you want a child or not, you’re about to have one.”
The men helped her into the car, as Mary hurriedly gathered Lillian’s things and closed the suitcase, loading it into the car with them. As they drove off, Jack walked back to where I stood, still in shock from everything. “Wow, what a day, huh? Come one.” He took my hand and led me back into the house, and up to the bedroom. He was chattering about how relieved he was and how glad he was that it was all over.
“It makes a lot of sense, the way she was acting, the craziness, and the desperation to get married. The willingness to throw herself at a man. No one ever taught her any better, and this world isn’t exactly kind to a woman that’s on her own. But the lies, the rudeness, it was inexcusable. She had no right to treat you like that, or the doctor, or who knows how many others. I’m sorry you had to go through that,” he said. I just sat there, still feeling numb. He leaned in to kiss me, as I found myself instinctively backing away. He backed up and looked at me with confusion. “What’s wrong, Elle? It’s over, we can be together, why are you upset? Why aren’t we celebrating?”
I shook my head as tears filled my eyes. “I just don’t know if I can do this. I’m glad this situation worked out the best for you, I can tell that if you had been forced to marry her, it would have
not been a good situation. But, that’s just this time. How many more are there in the woodwork, Jack? Can I even allow myself to relax and be your wife, or are more illegitimate children mothered by mentally unstable women going to show up at our door? This past 24 hours, I’ve been so focused on how bad I wanted her to just be gone, how I just wanted my life back with you, but now that she is, I can’t help but to wonder what other surprises are in store for me? More old girlfriends? New girlfriends? I just- it’s too much. I shouldn’t be here, all this was too good to be true for a girl like me.”
He grabbed me by my shoulders, eyes wild. “No, Elle! I refuse to lose you over this! There are no more. I promise you. Yes, I’ve been with other women before you. But, I can assure you, there are no more pregnant women, not even any possible ones. After that incident with Lillian, how crazy she acted at my house the next day, there were no more after that. Not until you. I decided I was done with all that, I was tired of the nonsense, and I was tired of waking up alone. I wanted someone that was mine, I wanted a family. Please, the only one I want to see pregnant is you. There will be none after you. I’m begging you. I’m actually begging you right now.”
I looked into his eyes, and saw the desperation. It made me uneasy deep in the pit of my stomach. This was not the man I fell in love with. It was apparent how much he loved me, and I appreciated his willingness to show me. But I hated seeing him like this. “No. You don’t beg,” I said.
“What am I supposed to do?”
I stared at him. I didn’t know the answer. I was emotional, it had all been too much, and I wish it never would have happened. But, I needed him to be the strong, dominant man I knew. He looked into my eyes for a moment, then reached over and slowly undid my robe. I groaned, protesting. He responded by pushing me back on the bed with his body, hovering over me. He used one hand to free a breast from my nightgown. I groaned again, and he slapped it. “I’m sorry, did you say something, Mrs. Hudson?” He asked, the desperation that I had seen replaced by fire. I bit my lip. He placed my breast in his mouth, softly biting my nipple. He reached his hands under my butt, lifting me onto his lap. My body remained tense, it was hard to let go of my insecurities, my reservations. He continued nibbling and sucking for a while, his body pressed up against mine. He released the other breast, paying equal attention to it. With his free hand he caressed my ass, massaging the cheeks, and sliding his finger in between. It felt good, so good, but I wasn’t ready to give up that easily, so I remained still and silent. When he noticed I wasn’t responding the way he wanted, he suddenly flipped us both over so that I was straddling him.
“Let’s get one thing straight, little lady, you are my wife. Nothing is ever going to threaten that again. Do you understand?” I looked into his eyes, feeling his manhood hard underneath his pajama pants, felt the pulse up against the most sensitive part of me. A shiver ran down my body as I remembered how he felt when he was inside me. I felt the mischievous look creep into my eyes again, as I said in my most sensual voice, “Yes, sir,” with a smile. It amazed me that I could be on top of him, yet he was still in control. I barely saw the grin cover his face before he swiftly slid down and I felt his mouth on my panties. I could feel his hot breath through the fabric, and I moaned. He nipped at the fabric, pulling it out and letting it snap back against me. He toyed with me, kissing and licking me gently through the fabric, holding me at a slight distance when I tried to grind against him. He nipped at the insides of my thighs and my buttocks, making me jump, before running his tongue up the fabric again, lightly, laughing at me as I squirmed with desire. My panties progressively became wetter, both from his mouth and from me. I held my breath for a moment, just listening to the sound of him licking, kissing, biting, and his little moans of satisfaction as he tasted me. The climax built up slowly, torturously, until I was breathing hard and grasping his head. Suddenly he ripped my panties right off, tearing through the fabric so that his mouth made contact with me, at the same time he grabbed me and stood up. My body fell backwards and I threw my hands out to protect myself, thinking I was going to fall straight on my head, but he maintained a tight grip on my hips. It was exhilarating, I was upside down, my hands on the bed and my legs wrapped around his head, as he frantically sucked and kissed and licked. I gripped the bed, trying to get leverage because all I wanted to do was grind against his face, but I was all but helpless, hanging like a rag doll. The climax began building again, having been thrown off by the change in position, but it was stronger this time. I got almost to that point when he reached down and scooped up my torso, and lowered me down until he slid inside me. I didn’t know how or when he had gotten his pants off, and I didn’t care. I was just glad he had as I squeezed tight against his thick cock. We were still standing, and he walked forward until my back was against a wall, and then he reached up and grabbed my neck, squeezing just slightly. The pressure of the climax increased even more, and he was pounding inside me, fast and hard. I began to cum, and he fucked me even harder. I screamed. “Yes! Yes! Harder, oh my god!”
As my orgasm faded and I stopped clawing at him, he walked backwards until he fell onto his back on the bed. I was collapsed on top of him. He smacked my ass hard, leaving a hand print. “Now you fuck me.” I groaned, exhausted, but he slapped the other cheek. I began grinding back and forth, slowly. My clit was so sensitive, and I gasped and jumped as it brushed across his pubic hair. He reached up and began caressing my nipples, gently, intricately. I continued my slow motion, pulling out and sliding in while I grinded against him, as it got easier and less sensitive. I opened my eyes and found him staring at me, calm, stoic. Oh, how that turned me on. Everything he was doing was for my pleasure. He was so intently focused on what I was doing, how I was feeling, and my reactions. I felt myself warm, and a small gush of wetness. He smiled, and moved his thumb to my clit, creating small circles. I let myself be lulled by the slow, erotic movements, when suddenly he flipped me over, and started stroking in and out of me, long, hard pumps. I eased myself up on my elbows and began kissing him as he fucked me, while at the same time lifting my hips to meet him each time he landed deep inside of me. I was moaning as I was kissing him, biting his lip and begging. His orgasm came fast and hard. He collapsed onto me, gripping me tight, mouth still locked onto mine as he came inside me, spasms rocking his body. “Damnit!” He yelled.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, concerned.
“I wasn’t done with you yet. Come on.” He stood and held out his hand. I took it, and he led me down the hall to the bathroom. He ran a bath, adding bubbles and oils so that it smelled delicious. He sat down, then helped me in as I sat in front of him. He wrapped his arms around me and I leaned my head back, feeling safe in his embrace. We relaxed like this for a moment, then he broke his embrace to grab a sponge. He started by squeezing water onto my hair, and I relished the feeling of the warmth running down my neck. He began washing me, first leaning me forward to thoroughly and slowly scrub my back, working his way around the front. I moaned as the slightly rough sponge brushed across my nipples, and he took care to make sure they were extra clean. He grabbed the bar of soap and ran it all the way down my body until it reached in between my legs. I bit my lip when I felt it’s smooth, slippery touch, and he continued lightly rubbing the sponge across my nipples, teasing me, as he caressed me with the soap. I reached my arms back around his neck, whimpering and grinding my ass against him, I felt him become hard again, and I raised myself to allow him access. He slid in slowly, biting my neck as he did. I murmured his name, closing my eyes and moving slowly up and down. I could feel the water creeping its way inside me with him, making me feel even fuller than his very large cock already did, only to be pushed out as he went all the way in. He dropped the sponge, and reached back to grab my wrists, holding me in place with my hands around his neck. He began running the soap all over my body, from my neck, across my nipples, down the side of my body, and back to my clit, in erratic patterns that had me arching my body in anticipation of it touch
ing my clit again, trying to catch some leverage to push him deeper into me, but it was hard with my arms pinned above my head. He bit the back of my neck, sitting perfectly still, not helping at all, just continuing his slow torture of me while I struggled to catch a good rhythm, frustrated and breathing hard, feeling just the beginning of the build to climax, my body lingering there. “Baby, please, just…” I trailed off. He chuckled, his voice deep and raspy. “Please, what?”
“Please fuck me!”
He made no move, just trailed the soap slowly, excruciatingly across my nipples again. “Please fuck you, what?” He said, in a slightly teasing voice.
I felt electricity shoot through my body as I realized what he wanted, this little game we play. I put on my most innocent voice and said, “Please fuck me, sir.”
I almost regretted saying it, for he immediately grabbed both of my knees, lifting them to the sides of my face, so that I was essentially folded in half, spread wide open. He slammed into me and I cried out, but he kept going, pounding into me. I grabbed the sides of the tub with my now free hands and held on as tightly as I could. I felt like I was in the middle of a hurricane, being pummeled over and over. Still holding my knees up, he began pinching my nipples, caressing them, pulling them, still slick from the soap.
“Oh, yes, you’re so deep, oh my god.”
The warm water lapped at my clit as he fucked me, almost feeling like a tongue. I closed my eyes and was overwhelmed at the sensations- the feeling of being completely controlled, legs pinned up against me, 2 hands manipulating my nipples, huge cock pounding into me over and over, while the water made me feel like my clit was being licked. I couldn’t take it. I felt my fingertips and toes start to tingle, the feeling running up my legs and arms to meet in my pussy as it clenched tight.
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