“You can call her if you don’t believe me. She will probably tell you how much of an ass I am for not going to visit her.”
“Your story better fucking be true, Mathis or else little Mathis,” she grabbed my dick through my pants. “will not be coming out to play. Ever.” She squeezed.
I grunted, shifting under her hand. My heart jumped. Here’s hoping Shay didn’t side with Jennifer just to get back at me for not visiting her right when I got to Vegas.
Shit.
(Jenny)
My husband and a drag queen BFF? Come on. I mean, I understood he was a worldly man and there could have been a million explanations to that text. But a drag queen?
I pulled out my phone and handed it to Mathis.
“Get her on the line. Now.” I walked over to the dresser and grabbed a tissue to fix the makeup that had now run down my cheeks. God, I hated crying with makeup on. I couldn’t even remember the last time I had a good cry. Damn this man and the fact that he had a past with the opposite sex that probably rivaled mine. I really met my match.
“Shayyyyyyy. Long time no talk!” Mathis sang into my cell phone. “No, my wife smashed my phone into a million pieces, so I am calling you from hers.” He choked out a laugh with that statement. “Hmm, yeah.” He paused and I could hear the high pitched shrill from the other end of the phone. “She wants to talk to you. That is why I called.”
He held the phone out in my direction and I wondered if I even wanted to go through with this. Shit. He pushed the phone in my direction again.
“Hello?” I raised the phone to my ear and waited.
“GIIRRRRLLLLLLLL! You tamed the untamable! I have GOT TO MEET YOU!” Shay shrieked into the other end of the line. Yikes!
“So, I am guessing you weren’t texting my husband because you wanted to have your way with him, huh?” I wanted to laugh at myself. Damn it! I couldn’t believe I overreacted. I felt like a giant asshole!
“Oh, honey. I’ve been tryin’ for years. He don’t want none of this chocolate lovin’”
I had to choke back a laugh. Maybe I should screw with him over this, because this was just enough material for a lifetime.
“I think we need to have lunch.” HA!
I should have never questioned Mathis.
“Baby?” I cooed, lying spread across our spacious king size bed.
His eyes scanned my half naked body and licks his lips.
“Yes, love.”
“Come fuck me. I’ve been a bad girl.” I climbed down the bed on my hands and knees stopping at the edge. “You’ve been so gentle baby. I need a good hard fuck. Pppppleeeeaaassssse.” I couldn’t help but beg him. He had been so gentle. Careful not to hurt me or hurt the baby. Well fucking newsflash! The baby was the size of a damn peanut and I had a fucking itch deep inside my pussy that needed to be scratched!
“You sure, Jenny?” his voice sent a shiver down my body.
I wanted him that damn bad. I reached for his belt and start pulling. My fingers couldn’t work fast enough and I felt him tugging at my panties. The thin lace ripped from my body and I couldn’t help but laugh. Another one bites the dust. And he wondered why I was buying lingerie like it was a sport?
His hands pushed me down on the bed and my excitement soared. If my panties were still on, they would have been soaked. I was horny as hell and I just needed to feel him inside me. I pushed my ass up in the air and back toward his hard cock.
“Fuck me, Mathis! Damn it. Fuck me alr—” Before I could finish begging him, his dick plunged deep inside me and I screamed out in pleasure. Damn, that felt good.
“God, baby. So tight...” he moaned in my ear as his thumbs bit into my hips and his speed picked up. His balls slapped against my bare cunt and I work my hand over my clit climbing toward my much needed orgasm.
“Oh baby, right there... right there, Mathis.” His cock pressed against my g-spot and I felt my release begin. My screams echoed through the bedroom and Mathis joins me.
“Shit, baby.” Mathis kissed up my back as he emptied his orgasm deep inside my body. This was exactly what I needed. His arms wrapped around me and we both collapsed on the bed. We showered each other in makeup kisses, holding tight onto each other.
Then the bathroom door creaked open.
My head whipped to the side and I caught a view of Jude standing there. Soaking wet, and holding his head.
“What the fuck are you doing in my bathroom?” I screamed as I try and cover myself.
Mathis laughed and pulled the blanket across our entwined bodies.
“Calm your tits, Jenny, it’s nothing I haven’t seen or done before.” And he stumbled out of our bedroom.
“I’m gonna kill you. I had no idea he was in there!”
A sly smile spread across his face. Mathis knew Jude was in the bathroom and it was just another way for him to shove his possession of me right in his face.
“Hey, Jude! Remember what I told you about being a man!” Mathis yelled and Jude slammed the door.
What the hell just happened?
CHANGES
(Mathis)
“I don’t know why, but I’m fucking nervous as shit,” Jennifer said, her knee bouncing rapidly. I chuckled. “In your line of work, and you’ve never met a drag queen before?” She looked up at me and scowled. “In my line of work, my clients prefer women without dicks.”
I shook my head and laughed before leaning over to kiss her forehead. “Shay is one of the best people I know. I have to warn you though, she’s very honest.”
Jennifer shrugged. “‘Bout fucking time. I’m sick of people hiding their true feelings.”
Can’t say I didn’t agree with that. It had been a year since I’d seen Shay. After my wife’s freak out about my so called cheating, we made plans to meet up with Shay at Club Maroon.
The warm weather we had been having made it so Jennifer wore a white summer dress with red polka dots. Knowing she wasn’t wearing any panties, because she had said it would be too hot was very distracting. God, I loved Vegas.
We sat in the booth and waited for Shay to show up for our lunch date. I looked at my watch. Half an hour late. She was never one to be on— “Mathis, darling!”
I smiled and turned to the voice of Shay Starlight approaching us. The blonde wig she was wearing made her caramel skin glow. She sported a pink pant suit with long red fake nails. She pulled Jennifer out of the booth and placed her hands on her shoulders. “This is the wife. I don’t know if I should bow at your feet, or kiss you.”
Jennifer looked at me, her eyes wide with shock.
I chuckled and watched the interaction.
“How about a hug?” Jennifer asked, staring up at the tall woman.
“That I can do, sweet pea.” Shay embraced her.
Jennifer returned the hug. “You smell good.”
Shay laughed. “It’s all Shay, baby.”
“Stop hitting on my wife and join me,” I said, grinning.
They giggled like long lost friends and sat across from me.
“So how did you two meet? You’re married? I never thought I’d see the day. Tell me everything,” Shay exclaimed, her voice full of excitement.
I laughed as Jennifer tried to follow the rapid fire questions being thrown at her. That was Shay Starlight. Robert Renson was a quiet, timid man and then when he transformed into Shay, it was like a layer of armor was put on. He could be anyone he wanted. Unfortunately, he was still human but being abused just made him stronger.
I respected Shay. She was honest and forthright. Never holding back who she truly was and for that, I always envied her. Until now. Now I was happy. I was myself. Jennifer loved me for me and saw through my hard exterior and for that, I loved her more and more each day.
I caught Jennifer and Shay staring at me. “What?”
Shay placed a hand on her chest and sighed. “So in love.”
“I am.”
Jennifer grinned. “We are.”
“Good. Stay that way o
r else I’m going to kick both of your asses.” Shay turned to Jennifer. “Do you wanna grab lunch some time? Just us girls? Maybe a spa day too?” She rubbed my wife’s lower belly. “Before the baby comes?”
Jennifer looked between Shay and I. “How did you know?”
Shay winked. “Intuition. So what do you say?”
“I’d love to.
The day had arrived that we were finding out the sex of our baby. Jennifer was now around five months along and the bump on her was absolutely gorgeous. So petite, and perfectly round. Each night I would rub her belly with the expensive stretch mark cream she insisted on buying, praying she wouldn’t end up with any marks. I didn’t care either way, stretch marks or not she was beautiful, and always would be.
I didn’t know what it was but every time I saw her, knowing she was carrying my baby, it got me hard. Now I understood the pregnant women fetish except with me, it was over my own wife. I couldn’t get enough of her. I needed her every chance I got. If I could live inside of her, I would.
After gently making love to her for the third time that morning, I ushered her into the bath much to her and my own dismay. If I could spend the rest of my life with her wrapped around me, I would be a very happy man.
I called Dean as I headed into the nursery. “Everything ready?” I asked him as I opened the door.
“Yup. She has no idea does she?”
I smiled. “Nope. None at all. I haven’t let her into the nursery once since she told me she wanted the walls a light mint green.”
Dean chuckled. “Sneaky.”
“That’s what husbands do.”
“No. That’s what you do.”
Touché. Finalizing the details with Dean, I had him deliver the final pieces of furniture to the nursery. Couldn’t have a baby’s room without furniture, could we?
Luckily Dean was two minutes away, so we were able to get everything set up and finished before Jennifer came out of the bathroom.
I said goodbye to Dean as my wife came down the hall.
“Who was here?” she asked as I shut the door.
“No one important,” I said, trying to fight back my smile. My nerves were jumping. I felt like a kid at Christmas and it wasn’t even my surprise.
Jennifer raised an eyebrow and stepped into my outstretched arms. I kissed her head, inhaling deep the sweet scent of strawberries. “How are you feeling?”
“Mmm…relaxed.”
“Good.” I grabbed her hand. “I have a surprise for you before our appointment.
She leaned back. “Really?”
I placed a soft kiss on her lips and swatted her ass. “Close your eyes.”
She giggled and did as I said.
I pulled her along and stopped before the door of the nursery. My heart raced. I didn’t know why I was so nervous but I was absolutely fucking terrified she wouldn’t like it.
Opening the door, I pushed her in front of me and turned on the light. “Open your eyes, love.”
She did and gasped. Tears filled her eyes as they searched around the room. As time went by where she didn’t say anything, I started getting concerned that maybe I over stepped my bounds. Was she not happy? Didn’t she like—
She threw herself into my arms, squeezing me with everything in her.
A breath of relief left my lips and I hugged her back. “Do you like it, love?”
Jennifer pulled back and shook her head. “No.”
My stomach sunk.
A slow grin spread on her face. “I fucking love it.”
I sighed. “Holy shit, don’t do that to me.”
She laughed and wiped under eyes. “I…wow. Mathis, I can’t believe you did this for me. For us.”
I smiled, feeling mighty proud of myself. I watched Jennifer walk around the room, stroking a hand over the dark cherry wood crib with the matching dresser and changing table. I had everything handmade by the best carpenter in Vegas. None of this plastic or plywood bullshit.
“This is real wood,” she said in awe.
I nodded. “Only the best for our baby. Once we find out the gender, you can finish decorating how you want. But, I wanted to get the big stuff done for you.” She met my gaze.
“Thank you.” She stopped when she reached the middle of the crib, her eyes narrowing. She pulled out a small box and looked between me and the tiny item in her hand.
“Open it.”
She pulled the red ribbon off the white cardboard box and gasped…again. I grinned and stepped up behind her.
She pulled out a delicate gold necklace with a #1 mom pendant attached. At that point tears streamed down her face. “God, I hate crying,” she laughed, wiping the tears away.
“I take it you like your second surprise?” I asked, wrapping my arms around her shoulders.
“Yes. Thank you, for everything, my husband.”
I kissed the side of her neck before putting the necklace on her. It fit perfectly, the pendant resting between her breasts. “Anything for you, my wife.”
(Jenny)
Damn it and damn Mathis. Now I had to go and fix my makeup before we made our way to our doctor’s appointment. Today was supposed to be the ultrasound. You know the one when women fawn over whether or not they are going to have a girl or boy? Honestly, I was hoping for a boy. After spending time with Alexander, I now knew how to deal with baby boys. Everyone had told us they are easier and in my dreams I had a little boy who looked just like Mathis only with my bright blue eyes.
He hadn’t been vocal about what he wanted, but at the end of the day as long as our baby was healthy that was all that we could ask for. All of the other details didn’t matter.
The nursery he put together for the baby was over the top. But the fact that he did it all on his own warmed my heart. Not only that, but it took that whole thing off my to-do list. I know, women were supposed to want to do all that stuff. Me? It sent me into a panic. I just didn’t have the time with work.
Lori had come on as my personal assistant, alongside Harper. No longer being one of my working girls. She had also become a kept woman with Jude. He was trying and I guess that was more than all of us could ask for. I honestly wanted them to work and had put in my two cents more than I probably should have.
My phone ringing snapped me out of my head.
“Lori,” I answered.
“I know you are off for the rest of the day, but we have a problem with Summer.”
I knew she would be trouble, but she was beautiful and more desperate than most.
“Call Nora, she can handle it. I will try and catch up this afternoon after my appointment.”
I ended the call and toss the phone onto the bed and fix my face before we have to head out.
Lying on the exam table in the ultrasound room, the lights dim, my shirt pushed snuggly under my growing boobs and Mathis holding my hand tightly was surreal. The ultrasound technician squirted the ice cold gel onto my petite bump. Normally women complained about it being cold but damn, did it feel good. Being pregnant in Vegas during the summer was like torture. I felt like a sweating cow daily. And ice cold showers had become frequent.
“We are finding out the gender today, correct?” she asked with a sweet smile. Her short auburn hair reminded me of my aunt Cassie back in Kansas. She was the free spirit of my mother’s family. Not many people stayed in contact with her, especially dearest Eloise. But, I always made it a point to catch up with her. That simple reminder of my aunt helped me to feel more comfortable under this strange woman’s touch.
I wondered how much of a heartwarming job it must be, to be such a large part of people’s pregnancies. I mean, she got to bring some of the greatest joy to couples in this room. It must be absolutely surreal. I, on the other hand, get people laid. I guess that could be comparable? Yeah, not so much.
“Yes,” Mathis and I answered at the same time. Our gazes met and I swore my panties just became soaked. Something about that sideways glance always did it for me. My body wanted him even more th
an the first time I finally gave in to him. I giggled a little just thinking about us soaking wet in the shower with his dress shirt ruined and pants soggy on the bathroom floor. We had come so far in such a short amount of time, and I couldn’t think of any other way I would want it.
Marriage and babies was something I never wanted for myself, but now that it was here, it was all I ever wanted but only if it was with Mathis. Only him. Only us.
“Wow, you have a mover in there,” the technician laughed.
“You’re tellin’ me! Try sleeping with that kid doing Olympic swimming laps in there!” Ever since I had begun feeling the baby’s movements, they were only getting stronger by the minute. The flips and the kicks to the bladder were gonna do me in.
“Oh wow, well this one isn’t shy at all.”
We all laughed together, because honestly if this child was anything like Mathis or I, we were so fucked.
His grip on my hand tightened and when I look over, I could see a small tear fall from his face. He tried to cover it up, but I just smiled at him and mouth the words, I love you, which he repeated back to me.
“You ready?” the bubbly technician asked and we both nod. A couple clicks and printed pictures later, she proudly announced, “It’s a boy! And a very bold one at that. He won’t keep his legs closed!”
We both laughed and I let out a sigh of relief. There was no way I could have dealt with a baby girl. I mean all the pink stuff is adorable, but I am total boy mom material. At least for our first baby.
“Sounds like someone is just like his daddy.”
I laughed and nudged Mathis. He was sitting taller, prouder in the chair next to me. His smile was so wide it could touch his eyes.
“A boy. That is my son.” The pride radiated off of him and he might as well pat himself on the back for a job well done.
The ultrasound tech interrupted us, “You know what they say about how the gender is determined right?” We both shook our heads no. I knew the sperm is the determining factor, I think? But I was all for old wives tales.
“They say, whoever is more dominant during the act in which the baby is created determines the gender.”
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