Just Pretend

by Juliana Conners

  I haven’t been able to stop celebrating the whole way home, and now I plan to really celebrate, the right way. I want to pick Madilyn up and swing her around, but I have to be careful now. Doctor’s orders. I can’t stress her out too much. But I can help her relax, and I know just how to do it.

  On our way upstairs to the bedroom, she stops and looks at the blueprints for our new house, which are framed on the stairwell next to our wedding picture and some other phots. The house is all new construction that we designed and chose ourselves.

  Madilyn’s will have a big fucking walk-in closet and bathroom with a jetted garden tub. I get a huge marble shower with double showerheads—which is perfect because I like to shower with Madilyn and clean her off after I dirty her up.

  “I guess we’re going to have to make one of the bedrooms into a second nursery to match this one,” she says, pointing out where we had planned the baby’s room.

  It’s close enough to our own that we could get there in a hurry, but far enough to give us one on one adult time once the baby is old enough to sleep through the night. Madilyn reminded me that that might not be for a long time— and I’m sure that with two it won’t be for even longer, but it’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make, to become a dad.

  “Or do you think they’ll want to sleep in the same room?” she asks me, her face masked in genuine confusion.

  “We could ask them,” I tell her, putting my mouth up to her belly. “Hello in there. Little babies. My two little babies. Do you guys want to share a room?”

  I put my ear up to her belly now.

  “They say they do,” I tell her. “They’re already nice and snuggly together. One of them likes to play hide and seek using the other one as something to hide behind. Just ask the clueless ultrasound tech who couldn’t find him.”

  “Or her,” Madilyn says, laughing.

  “Or her. Maybe a him and a her.”

  I pat her belly.

  “You kids be good in there and we’ll start working on a second room for whenever you grow out of the first one,” I tell them.

  Madilyn smiles.

  “What if we have even more kids?” she asks.

  “Our house is plenty big,” I assure her. “But just wait until you have two at once before you go talking about wanting even more.”

  “Good point.”

  “Now kids, shut your eyes and close your ears,” I instruct them. “Because Daddy needs to properly celebrate your healthy existence, with the woman he created you with.”

  “Asher!” Madilyn gasps.

  “What?” I shrug innocently. “Gotta get those hormones working and the blood flowing to all the right places, like the good doctor ordered.”

  She laughs, and I pull gently on her hand to finish leading her upstairs to the bedroom.

  Chapter 5 – Asher

  Once we’re in the room, I want her so badly I’m aching for her. My cock is standing straight up to attention, ready to go.

  I take off her clothes and run my hands over her shoulders, back and belly as I begin kissing her. I marvel at her beautiful curves that have only gotten curvier and even better.

  “I didn’t think it was possible for you to get any more beautiful than you were the first time I ever talked to you,” I tell her.

  I’m unable to hold back on giving up control to her, letting her know exactly how I feel about her. But it feels good now, because she’s my wife.

  “When you yelled at me for answering my phone at work?” she asks.

  I kiss her nose.

  “I was just jealous because it was your boyfriend calling,” I admit.

  “Ex boyfriend,” she corrects me.

  “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I tell her. “But that didn’t stop me from being jealous. You were gorgeous. And I wanted you so fucking bad.”

  “But you were saying…” she asks, as she takes off my clothes.

  “Oh yes, of course,” I continue. “You got even more beautiful when I married you, and yet even more beautiful when I found out you were pregnant, because then you became the mother of my child. Children.”

  “That was on the same day,” she reminds me, laughing.

  “Yes. But now I know there are two of them and you are even more beautiful. Your body just glows and becomes even more lovely with pregnancy.”

  I pull her up against my naked chest and squeeze her ass.

  I have to admit, I’m a lot more gentler these days, even after she’s read things online and in pregnancy books that say I don’t have to be. The babies are fine in there, but I still worry about hurting them, or her.

  But it’s okay, because I like this new kind of sex we have. There is a time for everything and while she’s pregnant it’s my time to protect her and be gentle and caring to her. After she’s had the baby— babies— I can go back to the rough stuff. I think I’ll try tying her up to the king sized bedpost in our new bedroom or fucking her on the marble countertops of our new kitchen.

  Right now, though, I’m going to make sweet, gentle love to my still new bride and to the mother of my children. I lay her down on the bed and get on top of her, easing myself into her eager pussy.

  “You’re so big,” she says, sighing happily. “You fill me up completely. You’re exactly the right size to… relax me, as the good doctor puts it.”

  I’m all the way inside her and I keep looking into her sparkling eyes as I thrust in and out of her.

  “You’re so happy,” I tell her. “You’re glowing.”

  “I’ve never been so happy.”

  She puts her arms around my neck and I look down at my cock as it enters her and then pulls out slightly. I love to watch it go in and out, up and down, until both of us are giving in with complete surrender to the rhythm and the feeling of our two bodies becoming one, as they have gotten so good at doing.

  I lower my head and suck on one of her nipples while I play with the other one, still fucking her slowly yet firmly.

  “Oh my god,” she says, “that feels so good. I’m coming…”

  “Come for me, my wife,” I tell her.

  “Yes, Boss. Yes, Husband.”

  She arches her back and gives into me, shaking slightly from the pleasure I know is rushing through her body.

  I get down on the floor on one knee—just like when I asked her to marry me, and say, “It’s my job to relax you now, so I’m going to do my best to do that.”

  I suck on her clit and move my tongue up and down her pussy.

  “That feels so good,” she says, wrapping her legs around my head. “Oh my God. Asher.”

  I reach one hand and play with her nipple.

  “Your nipple is so pointy and enlarged when you’re pregnant,” I tell her. “Not to mention the bigger size of your breasts. I love it.”

  With my other I rub her clit while my tongue pushes in and out of her pussy hole. Then I return to sucking on her clit using my lips and slightly biting it with my teeth.

  “All the blood really does flow to the right places when I’m pregnant, too,” she says, leaning her head back on the bed and digging her fingernails into my hair. “This feels so good. I’m coming.”

  “Come again for me,” I command.

  “Yes, Boss. Mmmm.”

  She moans and I taste the juicy liquid coming out of her pussy into my mouth. I love making my wife come for me.

  I’m so hard now I can barely stand it.

  “It’s my turn to make you…” she starts to say, getting up off the bed.

  “Nope,” I tell her, pushing her back down and getting on top of her once again. “You’re not doing any work today. Carrying our babies is already enough. And I want to be back inside you.”

  My cock feels right at home in her pussy once again. I pick up where I left off, pushing it in and out of her, watching her eyes flutter as her entire body relaxes. I run my hands all through her brown, messy hair, kissing her mouth, chin, neck, breasts, feeling my cock getting even larger and starting to throb inside her.
r />   “I’m going to come again,” she says, her fingernails scraping my neck and back.

  “I’m coming too,” I tell her, feeling my cock pulse as it gets ready to explode. “I’m going to come into your naked pussy.”

  I grunt and we come together, me shooting my load into her wet and exploding pussy, our juices mixing together and our breath quickening.

  “I love you,” I whisper into her ear. “I love being your boss and your husband.”

  “I love you, too,” she says.

  I sit up slightly and run my hands over her belly.

  “I love all three of you,” I tell her; I tell them.

  I’m going to be a father of two at once. This is the best time of my entire life. And I’m not going to do anything to fuck it up.

  Two Months After Damien’s and Katie’s Wedding

  Chapter 6 – Madilyn

  It’s seven o’clock and I’m still at work. I lower myself— including my very large belly— into my office chair. Asher is still at a meeting with clients who are in the middle of a big trial.

  I’m holding down the fort here at the office, doing all the legal research and brief writing that Asher presents at the trial. At least that’s what I’m supposed to be doing. I can’t say I’ve been doing that great of a job at it.

  And I don’t think Asher even expects me to do much. He hasn’t told me much about the case he’s working on because he says it will be too stressful and isn’t worth worrying about. A lot of the assignments seem like complete busy work— generic jury instructions or voir dire questions that don’t even tell me much about the content of the trial.

  I could ask questions; I could find out more about the case if I wanted to. But to be honest, during what I sense is my final days of my pregnancy, I’m glad that not too much is expected of me.

  I’ve been doing the behind the scenes work so I don’t get stressed with being in trial this late in my pregnancy— the twins are expected to make their appearance any moment now. Everything has been fine with the pregnancy and I haven’t even needed the curtilage. I was even able to fly to Madrid and Ibiza for Ruby’s wedding and then Katie’s.

  Just because everything has gone well in my pregnancy, however, certainly doesn’t mean it’s been easy. I guess it’s never easy to carry one baby, let alone two, for nearly nine months.

  My ankles are swollen— now the Barbies could accurately call them cankles. It’s hard to breathe. My boobs hurt.

  I lean back in my chair and put my feet on a special footrest Asher bought me. It’s to help support my back and give my feet a soft landing. I feel guilty lounging around here in the office but I guess I should cut myself some slack.

  No one ever said that being pregnant, let alone working while being pregnant, would be easy. In fact, Dr. Morris specifically said it wouldn’t be.

  But I hadn’t thought that practicing law would be that hard of a job—physically anyway. It’s not like I have to work in a factory or do hard manual labor. But just walking around the office and doing simple legal tasks are activities take their toll on me.

  I remember how nervous yet excited I was when I first rode the elevator up to the Fifteenth Floor and embarked on my journey as a new associate at the law firm of Marks, Sanchez and Reed. I never knew I would accept a “mentorship”—in all forms of the word— with the founding partner, lose my virginity to him, marry him, and let him— no, want him—to get me pregnant.

  These days it’s a feat just to walk to the elevator and to my office. But I wouldn’t trade my job for the world. I’m so glad I didn’t leave when I found out what a player Asher was. Emphasis on was. And I’m so glad that Asher and I got married. I’m so glad I became friends with Ruby and Katie and that they got married too. And I’m so glad I’m having Asher’s babies.

  Suddenly, I receive an intra- office instant message. Asher Marks’ name is blinking at me, waiting for me to click it. Just like in the good old days.

  Asher Marks: Is someone putting their feet up and thinking about how lucky they are to be having my babies?

  Madilyn Marks: You know it.

  Asher Marks: Of course I know it. I’ve been stalking you since before you even started working here. I own you. You’re mine.

  Madilyn Marks: Yes, Boss.

  Asher Marks: Did you miss me?

  Madilyn Marks: Yes, how is trial going?

  Asher Marks: It went okay today. I need some love though.

  Madilyn Marks: Oh, poor baby. What kind of love do you have in mind?

  Suddenly, my stomach tightens up and moves at the same time, as if a little earthquake is rumbling around inside me, and I place a hand on it.

  Damn Braxton Hicks. They’ve been happening more frequently lately. I’ve read online it’s just my body preparing for labor. Dr. Morris says not to worry—it’s normal, and doesn’t mean the babies are going to come yet. But in my case, since I’m having twins, they will probably arrive earlier than normal and I should be on the lookout for increased Braxton Hicks that could be turning into contractions.

  I make a mental note to call him in the morning. They’ve been happening more frequently. But they still don’t feel like actual labor yet— not that I know what that feels like.

  Asher Marks: Look in your top desk drawer.

  My husband is still up to his old tricks. I slide open the door and find a lacy bra, garter belt, straps and stockings. All of it is in black, and the there are openings for my nipples and vagina, just like the very first outfit he ever had me wear.

  Oh, Asher. At first he was so ginger, afraid to hurt me or the babies. He’s still not actually rough but he’s realized that some frisky sex won’t hurt anything, and sometimes he becomes particularly daring. I guess that today is one of those times.

  Madilyn Marks: This is how you want your pregnant wife to dress?

  Asher Marks: We need to have our fun before the babies get here. Put that outfit on and come to my office.

  Madilyn Marks: Yes, Boss.

  My heart pounds as I change out of my skirt suit and into the lingerie.

  The whole time, my Braxton Hicks get stronger, increasing in intensity.

  This is it.

  I can feel it in my body, in my heart.

  I’m going to have one sex one more time with my husband while we are still childless. Then I’m going to have our babies. And I will be his wife, his employees, the mother of his babies, and the happiest woman alive.

  All because I said “Yes, boss,” and meant it. Then, now and always.

  Chapter 7 – Madilyn

  I tiptoe to Asher’s office, wearing the outfit he instructed me to wear. It’s just like in the good old days.

  When I get there, I decide to crawl on my hands and knees, like I used to do for him. It’s a lot harder now, with such a big belly, but I manage to do it.

  “There’s my hot little employee,” he says, crossing the office to shut and lock the door. “Show me what you have for me.”

  I sit up and undo the coverings of one side of my bra so that he can see my nipple.

  “Wait,” he commands me. “Let me be the one to do that.”

  “Yes, Boss.”

  He bends over, uncovering my other nipple. At the same time, he unzips the fly on his suit pants and lets out his huge, hard cock.

  “We’re still in front of my office door,” he tells me.

  I know, and I don’t even care. It’s even hotter this way.

  “Yes, Boss,” I say.

  “I can take you any time, anywhere, can’t I?” he asks.

  “Yes, Boss.”

  He grabs ahold of my nipples and twists them. The feeling brings on a contraction that doesn’t feel the same as the Braxton Hicks contractions I’d been experiencing. I think this is a real one.

  “Except you’d better hurry up,” I tell him. “Because I think these babies are getting restless.”

  “Really?” he asks, looking down at me and smiling.

  “Really.”

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bsp; Dr. Morris had said that sex can help stimulate labor, and I guess he was right.

  “It’s so hot that you’re having my babies,” he says. “And you still crawl to me and suck my cock.”

  He sticks his cock in my mouth and I take it eagerly.

  “You’ll let me do this whenever I want, won’t you?” He asks me.

  “Yes, Boss. Always, Boss.”

  He rams his cock into my mouth and I deep throat it. I lick up and down his shaft while I play with his balls. Then I suck on the head of his cock while I slide my hand up and down the long length of it, feeling its wide girth in between my fingers.

  He holds my head and fucks my mouth until he groans and says, “Okay, I’m going to take you now.”

  He helps me up, which gives me another contraction. I feel a strange sense of pleasure mixed with pain that I’ve never experienced, despite all the BDSM that he and I have done together.

  Asher looks at my entire body, up and down, and obviously likes what he sees.

  “You’re perfect with that big pregnant belly protruding out from under your bra. Now let me see that ass of yours that I love so much.”

  “Yes, Boss,” I tell him, turning around and walking over to the desk.

  I place my hands on it so that I’m slightly bent forward with my ass sticking up for him. He grabs my ass cheeks and squeezes them.

  “After you have my babies I’m going to tie you up and fuck you hard and fast,” he says. “I can’t wait. But I also can’t wait to fuck you right now in my office like the very first time I had sex with you and took your virginity. Are you ready?”

  “Yes, Boss,” I tell him, as he squeezes my ass one more time for good measure.

  He undoes the covering over the front of the panties and then pulls the thong part in the side to the back. He holds onto my hips, as if savoring them.

  Then he’s inside me, filling me up with his huge, raw cock.

  “I love fucking you,” he says, as he pumps in and out of me.