“Be nice.” Before the pregnancy my wife enjoyed getting all freaky and rough, but she had since played things safe. I was totally okay with that. I knew she always had new tricks up her sleeve.
Miranda opened her mouth and let her bottom lip drag slowly over top of the fabric where my erection protruded. She pulled away but only to use her tongue the second time around, all the while letting her fingers tickle the sides of my balls again.
Since I was obviously growing harder by the second, she was able to mouth over the tip of my cock. She took the fabric into her mouth and blew her hot breath against my skin, before pulling away and licking it again.
Please…please put it in your mouth.
With my hand still stuck in her hair, I pushed her back again. She smiled and licked her lips. “I know you want more.” I could feel her fingernails tracing my balls as she spoke.
“I do, Baby.”
“Where do you want to put it?” Her blue eyes were focused on the lump in front of her face.
“You know where.” My voice was hoarse and as I anticipated her next move, it got harder to talk. She loved to tease me and I loved when she did.
My wife pulled both hands out from my boxers and slid her palms up to surround my hard cock, without touching my bare skin. I wanted her to rip down my boxers, but she took her time, driving me crazier with every second she tortured me with her pleasure filled tongue. “Mmm, so you want it in my mouth?”
“Yes,” I groaned out as her thumb traced the length of my dick. “Please.”
Miranda yanked down my underwear and smiled as she took in the sight of how hard I was. She looked up at me as she ran her tongue over the tip. As she did it, she let her saliva run down my shaft. Her thumb spread it around and down to the base, before taking a hold of it. She licked up my main vein, leaving it wet for her first stroke, all the while watching me watch her.
I hadn’t even noticed that my hand was still in her hair. As she leaned in to take her first full taste, I pulled her head back, preventing her from doing it. It wasn’t that I didn’t want it in her mouth, because I definitely did. I just got off on how much she did.
She let out a laugh before making her second attempt. I let her get within an inch and pulled her back again. She managed to lick the top, for just a second. Miranda let out a little laugh. “Let me.”
She didn’t wait for me to respond, before reaching over and taking my girth into her mouth. I massaged her head as I watched her stroking me with one hand, while her mouth moved up and down. I think what was even hotter than my beautiful wife sucking my cock, was the fact that she loved doing it.
I watched as her cheeks puckered as her head moved. I heard her moaning and could feel the vibrations of it between my legs. Her other hand cupped my balls and she gently played with them. The faster her head moved, the faster I could feel myself growing on the verge of release.
The only thing hotter than finishing in my wife’s eager mouth, was being inside of her and feeling her come with me. I tightened my hold on her head and pulled her mouth away from my dick. She started to talk, but I lifted her up into my arms. It was hard for her to kiss me with her big belly pressing against mine, so I carried her over to our dresser and sat her down.
Her lips were ravenous as she kissed me . Her tongue teased mine as I pulled off the t-shirt she was wearing. Her perfect tits felt like heaven and I cupped them both as I kissed her again.
My hands grabbed her ass and I pulled her to the edge of the dresser, so that her hot pussy was touching my hard cock. I reached one of my hands down and stroked her clit while still kissing her. I kissed my way to her ear. “I want you.”
I dug my hands into either side of her ass and dove into her eager pussy. She gasped at my first thrust, but pulled me closer and I began moving in and out of her. “Harder Ty.”
With each thrust, I pulled her ass into me. Loud slap sounds filled the room as I pounded into her harder, just like she wanted. She leaned back, causing her perfectly full tits to bounce all around each time we made contact. “Touch yourself….Please, Baby.”
Miranda bit her lip and she slowly moved her hand down and started rubbing her own clit. I could feel my release hitting as soon as she made contact, but I stayed focused on her, waiting until her muscles tightened. As soon as her face started to tighten, it was my go ahead. I crashed into her one last time and froze my head into her shoulder.
She didn’t wait for me to relax before placing small kisses all down my neck. “I hated feelin’ angry at you, Ty. I’m sorry about fightin’.”
I cupped my hands onto her face. “You’re my life Miranda. I will never want anyone else, not ever.”
It was the truth.
The next week went by so slow. I never heard from Heather and I was grateful. As soon as this whole thing was over, I would change my damn number. I didn’t want secrets from my wife and it was important for when I did tell Miranda who had helped me, she knew that I couldn’t stand the girl.
After I told Conner about the test and what I needed from him, he was on board right away. Miranda wanted to go with us, and I couldn’t tell her no. Izzy had to be there, so she figured it was important she was too. Conner and I planned on having the test done quickly and going about our day.
I had to admit, I was nervous. Everything depended on this test and Heather’s brother coming through for us. I wasn’t exactly sure how he was going to do it, but as long as it worked, it didn’t even matter. When her brother came out to greet us, I was so afraid he was going to mention his sister, but he took one look at Miranda and kept to his professional demeanor.
Izzy was a champ when it came time to take her blood. She had watched her uncle giving his and told him she could be just as tough. Of course she cried her eyes out when they pricked her, but she recovered quickly and once we left, we took her for an ice cream.
I ended up getting myself so worked up over this plan actually working, that I told my boss I wasn’t coming in. All I had told him was that Izzy had a procedure, so he never even questioned my decision. Conner seemed real happy to be able to help out. Since we were already in town, we decided to stop by Miranda’s shop and grab her paycheck. Izzy wanted to go in and see Amy.
Conner decided that he was going to go in and get a haircut. Miranda seemed offended until she realized why. Conner had met Amy when he first moved in. She had come by late one night after her husband was drunk and scared her enough for her to not want to be in his presence.
At the time, Conner was still going through some withdrawals and had a terrible time sleeping. He would stay awake, getting sick every couple of hours. We thought we knew how bad his habit was until he actually went without it. I was proud of him for staying determined.
Brina kept him company when we weren’t around. Van had warned her of his condition and she seemed to care enough to help him through it. I still didn’t trust the bitch and wished Conner had never hit it.
At any rate, Conner met Amy on one of his bad nights. Of course she was a crying mess, while he was sick as shit, running to the toilet several times. Miranda stayed up for as long as she could, but she was in her first trimester and very exhausted. Amy finally calmed down enough to agree to sit with Conner in case he needed anything.
By the next morning, she was all Conner talked about. The weird thing was that she had left before we woke up. Miranda was worried something had happened, like Conner was being an asshole, or maybe he tried something. Once she went into work, Amy acted like nothing happened between them, so Miranda dropped it.
In the past few months, Conner had seen Amy at our house quite a few times. Her husband was an alcoholic. He’d been married three times and I have no idea how they ever got together. She was a nice girl, with a good head on her shoulders. She cared more about other people than she did herself. She was older than us, probably in her early thirties, maybe late twenties. Her hair was always a different color, but this week it happened to be a red. She had a cute body, but c
ompared to Miranda, nobody was ever that pretty to me.
For some reason, Conner seemed interested in the lady. I don’t know if Miranda got it, until he went in for that haircut. He looked like a fucking moron, walking in there and standing behind Amy as she bent over to dust up some hair on the floor. He waited until she turned around to speak. “Hey, Beautiful, you think I could get my hair trimmed?”
After her initial shock of him standing there, she put her hands on her hips and cocked her eyebrow. “Your sister is fully capable of cutting that head.”
He sat down in her seat anyway and turned it to face her. “I reckon I’d rather have you do it.” He removed his hat and smiled, showing off his dimples like he was trying to charm his way into her pants.
I let out a low chuckle just watching him fail. Miranda put her hands over her stomach and took Iz into the back to clean up the ice cream mess on her face.
“I don’t have time to cut it.”
Conner looked around the shop. It was closed for lunch and he already knew it. “It won’t take long.” He shot me a look reminding me that I was staring. I turned around and faced my wife’s station, focusing on her hot picture that displayed her license. I loved seeing Miranda’s name listed followed by the name Mitchell. Making her mine was one of the happiest days of my life.
I leaned my head back in the chair and tried to relax, while my fool brother in law continued to basically beg for a haircut.
“Come on, Beautiful, just a quick trim. I don’t bite, well at least not unless you ask me to.”
I could tell he was on her last nerve, but I stayed out of it. “You’re a pig, Conner Healy. Stop calling me beautiful.”
“Why? It’s the truth. I think you’re sexy as hell.”
Shoot me now! He was about to get the shit slapped out of him.
“Well, let me remind you that I’m married.” I didn’t have to look behind me to see she was probably standing in front of him with her hands on her hips.
“You’re so pretty when you get all roused up. It’s just a haircut, Sweetness. Surely you’ve cut other sexy men’s hair before.”
Did he ever give up?
“Fine one haircut, but you’re paying double for getting on my nerves,” she teased.
I watched in the mirror as she approached Conner. He was laughing at his higher cost for a haircut. Amy shook her head and ran her hands through his hair. He stared at her face, waiting for a reaction. “I bet you imagined runnin’ your hands through it, haven’t you?”
Damn! I would have gotten smacked by now.
She took a huge chunk in her hand and jerked his head back. “If you don’t cut it out, I’m going to shave it all off.”
Conner quickly reached his arms around her and pulled her up against his body. She stood there, not letting go of his head. “When are you goin’ to stop fightin’ this?”
“There is no this!” She took her hands and moved them from him then back to her.
I couldn’t see Amy’s face, but Conner licked his lips and didn’t let go of her. He stood up, causing her to back up. He leaned in toward her ear. “Maybe next time then.”
Conner nodded to me with a big grin on his face as he walked out of the salon. I turned to look at Amy, once he was gone and she shook her head and walked into the backroom. Miranda came out a few moments later, just as the door signaled someone was walking in. We both turned to see if it was Conner, and my heart dropped.
Heather came walking into the salon. She was dressed like her normal slutty self. Of course, her stare was on me, and I knew Miranda recognized her immediately. “I’m here for my one o’clock. Is Amy around?”
I looked toward Miranda and pulled Izzy into my arms. She never took her eyes off of Heather. “Amy, your appointment is here.”
Heather approached me and didn’t stop until she was close enough to touch Izzy. “Hi, what’s your name cutie?”
“Isabella Mitchell, but my daddy calls me Izzy.”
Heather looked from Izzy to me. She purposely looked at me for a longer amount of time. “What a pretty name. I bet you love your daddy.”
“He’s my best friend besides Noah, but he’s my cousin and we can’t get married.”
“Is that right. Well, I think I know Noah’s Mommy. Is her name Van?” I hated that she was doing this and I was ready for Miranda to pounce. I needed to get them away from this bitch, but pissing her off could cause a real issue with my wife.
“She’s my aunt. She’s real pretty.”
Heather stood up straight again and looked right at Miranda. “It’s funny running into you today of all days.”
Miranda put her hands on her hips. “And why is that?”
Heather looked down at her nails while she spoke. “Well, wasn’t today the big appointment?”
And there it was….the sound of my wife’s heart breaking all over the tile floor.
Miranda turned blood red and looked from me to Heather. “How would she know that Ty?”
“Honey, I can explain.”
Miranda grabbed Iz out of my lap and started walking toward the door. “Save it!”
I brushed past Heather as I chased down my wife. “You’re a fucking bitch Heather.”
Before Miranda could get out the door, Heather put her two cents in. “It was only a matter of time before he called me. He always calls me.”
I froze.
Miranda went flying out the door, while I chased after her. She was getting Iz into the car and shut the door. Conner was across the parking lot heading in our direction. “Baby, please let me explain.”
“Explain? Explain how you lied to me? How you call her? Was that who called last week during lunch? Save the bullshit Ty. I should have believed everyone when they said you could never change. How could you do this to our family? Why couldn’t I be enough for you?”
“You’re wrong. I swear to you that nothing happened….I” Before I could say anything else, I was being shoved into the side of the car. “Tell me why I just heard what I heard.”
I knew he was referring to Miranda accusing me of cheating. “It’s not what it looks like. I swear on my children, Conner. I never touched that bitch. I’d never cheat on Miranda.”
“How did she know then Ty? How would she have known about the test?” Tears poured out of Miranda’s eyes and she covered her face to hide her sadness from me. I reached for her, but got stopped by Conner’s forceful arms.
“Because her brother is the one doing the test. I had to track down her first to get his help. I swear Miranda. I didn’t tell you because I was afraid you wouldn’t trust me. I never touched her. I hate her. I just didn’t want to tell you on account of you getting yourself all stressed out. I planned on telling you as soon as I had the test in my hands.”
I turned to Conner. “Man, I swear to you. I have never even considered being with anyone else. Your sister is my entire reason for happiness. I’d never cheat on her.”
Conner looked me directly in the eye and I didn’t look away from him. Miranda cried harder and finally climbed into the backseat. “You can fix this yourself, Ty. You of all people know how jealous Miranda can be. Do this shit at home. We’re causin’ a scene.”
I didn’t give a damn who saw me. My pregnant wife was hurting and it was all my fault. I knew I should have just told her the truth.
God Damn it!
Conner and I sat in the front seat, while Miranda’s sniffles filled the backseat. We got about five minutes from the house before Izzy started asking questions. “Daddy, why is Mommy crying?”
“Because Daddy hurt her feelings.”
“Why did you do that?” She asked.
“Because sometimes people do things without thinking them through, Honey. I didn’t want Mommy to be sad.” It was the truth, this was killing me.
“I don’t want Mommy to be sad. Say you’re sorry, Daddy.”
“I did, Honey. Mommy just needs some time to calm down. Everything will be okay, I promise.” That was a lie. I
didn’t know. I hoped that something this trivial could be worked out, but Miranda was pissed and I was afraid of what she was going to do.
Conner parked the car and took Izzy inside. He nodded at me, giving me a warning to work shit out. I opened the door and leaned on it, hoping Miranda would step out. She stayed in the car, avoiding eye contact with me. I knelt down on the ground next to the car and tried to grab her hand. She pulled away quickly. “Don’t touch me.”
“Nothing happened.”
She looked at me with such hate. “Why? Did she finally tell you she didn’t want you? Did you finally get rejected, Ty?”
I shook my head and grinded my teeth. “No! She didn’t fucking reject me. I never wanted her. I went to her house to track down her brother. I explained what I needed and after she got in touch with him, I left. I can’t fucking stand her, Miranda. How can you look at me and think so quickly that I would cheat on you?”
“You’ve done it before. With her!”
“Not with you. I’ve never even looked at another woman since we’ve been together. I don’t need to.”
She put her hand up in front of my face. “Save your bullshit excuses. You lied right to my face. I asked you and you lied.”
“You asked if I cheated and I told you the truth. I never fucking cheated on you, Baby. I swear.” Once again I tried to grab her hand. She pulled away.
“If you had nothin’ to hide, then you wouldn’t have had to keep it from me.”
“I kept it from you because I knew you wouldn’t have let me go through with it. Do you honestly think if I had another choice, I wouldn’t have taken it. You know how much our daughter means to me. I had to do this, even if I did it behind your back. Saving her was my first priority. If you hate me for that, then I’m sorry. I love you more than I have ever loved another woman. I’m not interested in anyone else, ever! I would fight for you every single day and give my life to make sure you and our children were taken care of. I know this hurt you, but how do you think I feel sitting here seeing you doubt me? It fucking hurts Miranda.”
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