by E. L. Todd
I sat in the chair by the dresser and drank my whiskey while I stared at the wall. The lights were off and it was dark. I closed my eyes while I rested my head against the wall.
Scarlet came in a moment later. I heard the door open but I kept my eyes shut. Her footsteps tapped against the hardwood floor as she approached me. I heard her kneel at my feet. Then her hands ran up my thighs slowly, reaching my fly. She undid my belt then pulled down the zipper.
I opened my eyes and looked at her. “Not now, Scar. I’m not in the mood.”
She got my slacks off then pulled my boxers down until my cock was exposed. I was limp, but she quickly changed that when she pulled off the top part of her dress, exposing her breasts.
Fuck.
My cock betrayed me and hardened immediately.
She put my cock in her mouth, soaking him, and then stuck him between her breasts. She looked at me, desire in her eyes, while she pressed her tits together and moved up and down.
I almost shattered the glass in my hand because I was gripping it so tightly. I loved her tits. They were the best things in the damn world. She moved up and down slowly, teasing me.
A moan escaped my lips, unbidden.
She kept going, slowly.
I breathed heavily while I watched her. I leaned back and watched her do all the work, riding my cock with her rack. When she moved down, she opened her mouth and rubbed her tongue across the tip.
My wife had never been a whore, but shit, she knew how to act like one.
She kept doing it, never rushing. I forgot about my whiskey and just watched her please me, trying not to come because it felt so amazing. I wanted it to last forever.
Unable to hold on any longer, I felt the heat in my groin. It burned white hot, making my leg shake in anticipation. Scarlet moved her lips to my shaft then took me far into her throat, her hand still moving up and down. I stared at her while I felt my release, filling the back of my wife’s throat. I moaned while I enjoyed the pleasure, wanting it to last as long as possible.
She swallowed then licked the tip, making sure she got everything.
My wife was classy and elegant, but she could be a damn prostitute when she wanted to be. She had the charms of the most experienced courtesan, but I’d been her first in so many ways, making me feel special.
She kissed my head then gave me a playful smirk. “Feel better?”
I abandoned my whiskey then leaned back into the couch. “I suppose.”
She ran her hands up my thighs then rubbed the muscle, making me feel more relaxed. How could I be mad when she made me feel so…good? She moved closer to me then ran her fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp.
“My husband is tired?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
She smirked then stood up. “How about you get to bed and I’ll rub your back until you fall asleep?”
“I should be rubbing your back,” I said drowsily.
“My man deserves to be pampered once in a while.”
I undressed then got into bed. Scarlet turned off the lights and set the alarm. Then she came beside me and rubbed my back, lulling me into sleep. I was still hurt that Scarlet didn’t feel jealous whatsoever. I mean, it was great that she trusted me, but she wasn’t territorial at all? I knew Janice would get into a catfight with anyone who even looked at Ryan. I guess I wished Scarlet was like that too. My coherent thoughts ebbed away and I couldn’t think anymore.
Chapter 2
Mike
Cassandra was getting big. She hit her seventh month, and damn, she looked ridiculously hot. Her stomach was round and couldn’t be hidden by anything she wore. The rest of her was small, which made her belly look even bigger. When she waddled around the house, my cock sprang to life. I had no idea why it got me so hot. I’d never been attracted to pregnant women before.
Now that we were married, I was eager to be home with my wife as soon as I could leave the office. Being with her was the greatest thing in the world. I loved seeing the ring on her finger and wearing my own. I liked it when people asked how my wife was doing. I just loved being married.
Cassandra’s attitude started to change the longer she was pregnant. She was far more irritable and easily annoyed. She was constantly hot, sweating from her brow as she moved around.
When I came home, she was sitting on the couch wearing just my t-shirt with no bottoms. She was drinking a glass of ice water with a book on her thighs.
“Hey, baby.” I put down my bag then sat beside her on the couch. “How are you feeling?” I moved my fingers through her hair then massaged the back of her neck.
“Miserable,” she said with a sigh.
“What can I do?”
“Nothing.”
I kissed her forehead then ran my hand over her stomach. “Hungry?”
“I’m starving,” she said quickly.
“When was the last time you ate?”
She shrugged. “Around breakfast time.”
That worried me. “Why aren’t you eating?”
“It’s just…too much work.” She leaned back into the couch. “My back hurts, I’m tired, I’m super hot, I’m just…whatever.”
I kissed her cheek. “I’ll stay home from now on.”
“No,” she said quickly. “That’s not what I meant. I’ll be fine. There are just days when I’m too exhausted to do anything.”
“I want to stay home.”
“Mike, you’re a CEO. You can’t just not work.”
“I can do plenty from home. Sean won’t mind.”
“I can’t ask you to do that.”
I tilted her face toward me. “Yes, you can. I’d hire a maid or caretaker, but I don’t want you to be with a stranger all day. Besides, I’d love to stay home with my wife all day. This is a magical time.”
“Maybe for you,” she snapped.
Since she was uncomfortable, I let all her remarks and rude comments slide. She was carrying my baby, so she was allowed to have an attitude all she wanted. “I’ll make dinner then we can watch TV.”
“What are you going to make?”
“Whatever you want.”
She leaned her head on my shoulder. “Hamburgers.”
“I can make that.”
“Okay.”
I kissed her forehead then moved from the couch. After I took off my jacket, I rolled up my sleeves and got to work. Cassandra stayed on the couch, breathing through the pain. I walked to the thermostat and turned down the air, making it as cold as possible.
After I prepared dinner, I brought her the plate then helped her get comfortable.
“We can eat at the table,” she said.
“Don’t worry about that. Just eat.” I put a pillow next to her to hold her plate. Her stomach was so big that it blocked everything in front of her.
She took a bite and moaned. “God, this is good.”
I knew I wasn’t an amazing cook, so she was just hungry. I ate mind, not finding it to be that great.
She ate every piece then munched on her fries. She was acting like she hadn’t eaten in years. “That was good.”
I took the plates then did the dishes. At least I made her happy for the evening.
“Do we have ice cream?” she asked.
I wasn’t a sweet tooth so I never bought any. But I checked anyway. “No.”
“Oh.” She looked sad. Cassandra never ate sweets, with the exception of Snickers bars.
“You want some?”
“But we don’t have any, right?”
“I can go to the store.”
“No, it’s okay.”
My wife got whatever she wanted. I grabbed my jacket and keys. “What kind do you want?”
“You don’t have to go, Mike. I know you worked all day.”
I opened the door. “Either pick or I’ll pick for you.”
She smirked. “Chocolate.”
“Okay.” I set the alarm then walked out.
When I got into my car and headed to the store, I realized I
didn’t mind doing anything for her. After working all day, the last thing I wanted to do was pick up groceries at the store, but I would do anything for my wife. Even if she wasn’t pregnant, I still would have gone. Because I loved her.
I wanted to make this pregnancy as easy as possible. I couldn’t imagine walking around with a bulging stomach. The cramps and aches she felt must be constant and unbearable. She was so petite that it must be difficult for her to adjust to such a quick weight gain.
I grabbed the ice cream then headed home, hoping my actions would put a smile on her face. My sole purpose in life was to make my wife happy. I got off to that.
When I walked inside, she was exactly where I left her.
“You got it?” she asked excitedly.
“Yep.” I took it into the kitchen then prepared a bowl for her. When I brought it to her, she devoured it like she never had ice cream before.
“I forgot how good this stuff was.”
I smirked while I watched her.
“Thanks for getting it for me.”
“Anything for you.”
She ate it then put the empty bowl on the coffee table. “I’m lucky I have such a wonderful husband.”
“I’m only wonderful because you’re hot.” I gave her a sinister smile.
“I have a feeling it’s more than that.”
I lay down on the couch then pulled her next to me, spooning her from behind. I rubbed her back and her neck, trying to make her comfortable. She moaned quietly while I rubbed her tense muscles. The TV was on but I was concentrating on her, making sure her muscles were loose. I still wore my suit but I didn’t want to step away from her for even a minute.
When it became late, I turned off the TV and checked all the locks, getting ready for bed.
Cassandra moved up the stairs at a snail’s pace, gripping the rail. I watched her while I came behind her, making sure she wouldn’t fall. When she got into the bedroom, she pulled her shirt off then got into bed.
I finally took off my suit and tie and got into the shower. When I felt the warm water drip down my body, I finally relaxed after the long day. I loved taking care of my woman, but working and taking care of her was like having two full-time jobs. I let my mind wander before I stepped out and got into bed.
She was lying on her side, facing the window. I snuggled into her, excited for my favorite part of the day. Making love to her while she was pregnant was sexy as hell. I loved every second of it.
I kissed her neck then gripped her breast, massaging it. Her tits had gotten bigger with every passing month, and they were damn beautiful.
She breathed then swatted me away. “I’m not in the mood.”
What? That never happened before. “Sorry?”
“I’m tired.” She still wouldn’t look at me.
What did I do? Cassandra had never rejected me before. “Are you in pain?”
“No…I’m just tired.” She held a pillow to her chest and closed her eyes.
“Cassandra, what’s on your mind?”
“Nothing,” she snapped. The attitude came back.
Okay, something was going on. She did nothing around the house today. How could she be too tired to make love? I wasn’t buying it. “Talk to me,” I said gently.
“I just don’t want to have sex. Geez.”
“But why?”
She didn’t respond.
“Just tell me why and I’ll leave you alone.”
She sighed. “I’m huge…”
“And?”
“I’m big and fat…and ugly.”
My eyes widened in anger. “That better be a fucking joke.”
“I can’t even see my vagina because my stomach is in the damn way! I haven’t shaved in forever because I can’t. I just don’t feel sexy right now.”
“I’ll make you feel sexy.” I grabbed her arm and pulled her to her back.
“No.”
I moved on top of her. Now that her stomach was big, I couldn’t lean all the way down, but I pressed my hard cock against her folds. “Would I be hard if you were ugly?”
“You’re always hard.”
“Exactly—for you. I don’t want to hear you say that bullshit ever again. You’re damn gorgeous when you’re pregnant. I’m even more attracted to you then I used to be. I understand that you’re uncomfortable and don’t feel gorgeous, but that’s not how I see you. Now, I work all day then come home and take care of you. All I want in return is to make love to you every night before I go to bed. That’s a fair trade.”
“But I’m disgusting.”
My eyes widened again. “No, you aren’t. I’m sick of arguing about this.” I pointed my shaft at her entrance then moved inside her. I leaned back on the balls of my feet and thrust into her, feeling the tightness I longed to feel all day.
She lay back then gripped my knees, her breasts shaking with every thrust I made. She moaned quietly when we were in the heat of the moment. She didn’t feel ugly anymore.
I moved my hand to her clitoris and rubbed, wanting to give her an amazing orgasm, something for her to look forward to tomorrow and every day after that. Her fingers dug into my thighs while she moaned louder, falling into the climax I pushed her into.
When she was finished, I let myself release. I’d been looking forward to this all day, and I was anxious to come inside my wife. When I did, I bit my lip because it felt so amazing. Sex with my wife was so much better than it was when she was just my fiancé. I steadied myself while I recovered from the high. Then I pulled out and lay beside her. “Don’t pull that shit again.” I set my alarm then snuggled beside her. “Because I think you are the most beautiful thing in the world. Don’t ever think otherwise.”
She said nothing, still catching her breath.
“You understand me?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” I kissed her forehead then cuddled with her, finding sleep immediately.
When I got to work the next day, Sean was in a bad mood.
“What’s your deal?” I asked. I stood in front of his desk, playing with my wedding band. I still hadn’t gotten used to the metal on my finger. I liked it there, but I hadn’t acclimated to the weight.
“Nothing.” He didn’t look at me, his eyes brooding.
“You expect me to believe that?”
He sighed. “Scarlet upset me.”
“What could she have possibly done?”
“She said she doesn’t get jealous when women hit on me.” He rubbed his chin then rested his fingers on his lips, his eyes lost in thought.
“And…?” I wasn’t following.
“Shouldn’t she be jealous—at least a little? I hate it when guys look at her rack.”
“It’s hard to miss.”
He glared at me. “Now isn’t the time, Mike.”
I dropped the jokes. “Isn’t it nice having a wife that trusts you?”
“Yes,” he said immediately. “I’m not saying I don’t love that. I do. But, I wish she was more territorial. She doesn’t blink an eye when a woman eye fucks me?”
“Probably because it never happens,” I joked.
He glared at me again.
“Okay, sorry.” I put my hands in my pockets. “Don’t let it bother you, man. It doesn’t mean she isn’t happily married and madly in love with you. She’s never been a catty and defensive person. That’s just how she is. It’s nothing personal.”
“I know…but it still bothers me.”
“Just let it go. We both know your wife loves you like crazy.”
“You’re right.” He sighed then played with his wedding band. “I just couldn’t be more opposite than her, you know? It drives me crazy when men look at her. I know they don’t just want to fuck her. As soon as they talk to her, they’re hooked. She’s mine and I don’t want to share her with anyone.”
“I feel the same way about Cassandra.”
“Does she get jealous over you?”
“Well, she wasn’t too happy that I slept with Laura
. But that’s different.”
“Yeah.”
“Just let it go. If you keep thinking about it, it’ll eat you alive.”
“I suppose.”
“So…it’s been over three months.” Everyone was talking about the pregnancy. None of us had said it to their face. “Is it safe to say everything is good?” I hoped his answer was yes.
“We’re going to the doctor today,” he said. “And I hope everything is good.” I saw the desperation in his eyes.
“I’m sure it is, man. This is going to happen for you guys.”
“I hope so. She thinks it’s a girl. I really want one, but then I started thinking about her dating and stuff…” He shook his head. “My daughter isn’t going to date, and she isn’t going to be with a man until he marries her. Scarlet thought I was crazy.”
“I don’t want girls,” I said immediately. “I don’t want to deal with that. Otherwise, they aren’t leaving the house until they are wearing a snowsuit, and any boy that comes near them will be assassinated.”
Sean rubbed his temple. “Now I’m hoping for a boy. It would make my life simpler.”
“That makes two of us.”
“So, why did you come in here? Did you need something?”
“I just wanted to talk.”
He cocked an eyebrow. “Stop with the bullshit.”
I laughed. “I wanted to ask a favor.”
“Of course you do.”
“Cassandra is in her last two months. She’s big and having a hard time around the house. I want to stay home with her for a few months. I can work from my computer.”
“Are you asking for my permission?”
“This is a team effort.”
“I’ll make you a deal,” he said. “I’ll let you work from home and take maternity leave if I get to do the same thing with Scarlet.”
“That sounds fair.”
“Then we’ve struck a deal.”
“Good. Today will be my last day.”
“Alright. But you might need to come in for a few things here and there.”
“That’s fine,” I said. “I just want to be home a majority of the time. She’s getting so big that she doesn’t want to get up. And she’s got this ridiculous notion in her head that she’s fat and hideous.”
