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I spent the next afternoon shopping for baby stuff and was ready to put one in my temple halfway through, but I was all smiles and gentlemanly behavior for my wife. She was so animated about everything it was hard not to catch the fever. I watched her try out her new status as wife and not temporary baby incubator or whatever the hell it is she thought she was to me.

She’d pick something up, put it back and walk away after checking the price tag. It took a lot of control not to walk behind her and put everything into the cart but I wanted her to get over that hump on her own. I was very pleased when she went back and picked up the cute little frilly thing and put it in the basket. I could’ve told her, since my sister was the one to recommend this place, that everything would be expensive.

Of course she faltered but I accepted that she would have to work her way into it, couldn’t expect her to go full hog the first day. So instead I chose the things I caught her looking at and didn’t even glance at the tags. I give her six months before she was the same.

I could give her-her own bank account, but I want her to first accept that everything I have, now belong to her as well; equally. Once she gets that into her head, then she can have as many back accounts as she please. After all I was the one who insisted that she give up her job at the bakery. I don’t know what she thought that meant. She sure is different to the other women in my past. If I’d let one of them loose in here with my card the shit would’ve been maxed out in an hour flat.

“Don’t forget we have that dinner party at my parents this evening buttercup. I have to go into the office for a little while. Why don’t you go get your hair done or something to kill time instead of heading back to the apartment?”

“Really?” She ran her hand through her hair. I know she loves that girly shit. “Yes, really, come I’ll drop you off.”

“But I don’t have an appointment.”

“Call them now and tell them you’re coming.” She still has no idea what her new last name means. I give mom and sis three more months to show her the ropes.

* * *

That evening she had a special glow to her that had nothing to do with the pregnancy. She’d got her hair and nails done and even bought a new outfit for tonight. That combined with our conversation of the night before seems to have given her a much needed spark and it was beautiful to see. Or maybe it was the fact that I’d fucked her twice before we left the house.

I knew what awaited us at my mother’s house. Her little get-togethers always seem to involve at least one of my past conquest. It wasn’t her fault; she didn’t have a clue about my debauched teenage years, or the fact that I’d bedded some of her friends, or their daughters. Some of those ladies can be a bit snobbish, and since this was Nessa’s first time meeting them I was just a little bit uneasy.

I hadn’t known the guest list until mom gave me a call to remind us not to be late and I asked just in passing. Hearing that at least one of my old flames would be in attendance had sent me racing home to her. Though she’d done better today, it was still early days yet and this particular woman, Cecile can be a bitch. Our dalliance had only ended a few weeks before I met Vanessa, and though she had nothing to do with the breakup, I’m sure Cecile wouldn’t see things that way.

I was tempted to cancel, but knew how much Nessa was looking forward to it. She was deftly afraid of upsetting my mother for some reason, and the old tyrant knew and took great advantage. For the first time since I was old enough to talk she’s found a way to stick her nose in my shit. All she has to do is go through my wife and I’m outnumbered. Since I wasn’t about to disappoint my wife for anything, there was no getting out of the evening. So I did the next best thing.

She’d beaten me home by five minutes and was in our bedroom looking over the outfit she’d bought for tonight. “You’re home early.” Will I ever get used to that look that comes into her eyes at the sight of me? The way she drops everything when I walk into a room and sees only me?

She walked over to me, her tummy leading the way. I placed both hands on either side of her mound and leaned in for a kiss. “I missed you buttercup. I like the hair.” She’d had it done in sassy fat curls that bounced around her shoulders and down her back. That one little kiss soon turned into me drawing her into my arms and pressing my growing cock into the split between her thighs.

“Did you eat?” She nodded and swooped down on my mouth again.

“Uh-huh. Roberto sent out for salads and pizza.” Lucky for her I knew who Roberto was. The pain in the ass stylist, who would skin me if he knew what I was about to do to his masterpiece.

“The baby been quiet?” Another nod as I led her backwards towards the bed. I released her lips and helped her sit on the edge of the bed before kneeling in front of her. I slipped her shoes off and she leaned back, watching me as I rolled her leggings down and off her thighs. I lifted the maternity blouse over her round tummy and placed a kiss there before going back to the main course.

I inhaled her sweet scent, which seems to change from day to day, always more intoxicating, before giving her my tongue. She was already wet and I was in a hurry to get inside her, so after just a few deep licks with my tongue I was climbing up her body. I fought with my belt and zipper, released my cock and eased it into her. I growled low and deep at the feel of her hot wet pussy closing around my cockhead and drawing me in.

She was primed as if just hearing me come through the door was enough to get her juices going. What can be more arousing than that? Than having that kind of love from someone like her? “You missed me?” Ha, that was the first time she’d ever said something like that to me without first being prompted.

“I always miss you.” I was still working my cock into her, past her tight folds. “Open up and let me in.” She was in a teasing mood, another first, but I liked it. I bit into her neck as she squealed, opening her legs and letting me get the last few inches of my cock inside. “That’s my girl.”

“Sam don’t mark me, you bad boy. What will you mother think?” Like I gave a damn. I marked her neck and moved onto her chest right above her tit flesh. I hope she planned on wearing a turtleneck or everybody will know what we’ve been up to.

“Lift your leg baby, that’s it.” I pulled her leg higher up on my thigh and twisted my hip so I could fuck deeper. With one hand on her tummy, where it always is when I’m fucking her like this, I planted the other beside her head and stroked hard and long. Her little pussy opened up and swallowed me to my nut sac, and she wonders why I’m obsessed with her. I fucked her hard to get the edge off, before taking her nice and slow. Then I had to drag her out of bed because her horny ass got lazy.

Now we were on our way in the back of our chauffeur driven car, her hand held securely in mine and I was having second thoughts. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. Should I tell her that an old flame of mine was going to be in attendance? It’s not like Cecile and I had any kind of relationship, we fucked on and off for a couple of months, no strings attached. But she was one of those types who didn’t want a toy until the other kid liked it.

Whatever. “You look amazing baby.” She did. Her pale yellow dress was a strong contrast to her jet black locks. And the way it fitted over her tummy, hugging her curves, showing her ripe body off to perfection. I could’ve gone for a little less cleavage but I guess there was nothing I could do about it now.

I kept her hand in mine the whole way there as we both looked out our respective tinted windows at the passing scenery. Her hand squeezed mine bringing my attention back to her. “You okay?” I moved over closer and put my hand on her tummy. “Don’t be nervous love, they’re just people. I’m sure they’re all just excited to meet the woman who brought me down.” She gave me a scant, fleeting smile, not good enough.

I closed the window screen between us and the driver and pulled her into my lap. “Do you know why I love you so much? Why you’ll always be the only woman for me? It’s not just because you’re beautiful and sweet. It’s the way you make me feel inside. The person I am when I’m with you. I was no angel before we met. I had my share of women… no don’t tense up.” She’s such a virgin.

“As I was saying, I’ve had a lot of women starting from the time I was too young to know what the hell I was doing. But none of them, not one, comes close to you. I never wanted to wake up beside them every morning, to start every new day knowing that they would be there at the end of it waiting for me. I have that with you, that and so much more.” I wiped away the tears that escaped from her eyes. Now that I had her heart and head in the right place and we were coming up to my parents’ home, it was time to banish the tears.

“ And besides all that, who else could take me as well as you do? Who else has a pussy so deep it teases my cockhead until I think I’ll go insane?”

“Sam stop it.” She laughed and looked towards the panel as if the driver could hear us.

“I’m just saying.” I kissed her hand and held it in mine against my round pregnant belly. “I love you.”

The car came to a stop and we waited to be let out. I kept my hand around her waist as I led her up the stairs and rang the bell. Mom nabbed her as soon as the door opened and I didn’t see her again for another ten minutes. I made the rounds seeing faces I hadn’t in months and was relieved to see that there were no undesirables here.

“Looking for someone?” My nosy ass sister sidled up to me and whispered as we looked over the room.

“Nope.” I took a sip of champagne.

“She’s not coming. I went through mom’s guest list and did a purge.” I looked at her out the side of my eye.

“What or who the hell are you talking about?”

“You know damn good and well who, and you’re lucky I got ahold of it or you’d be knee deep in ex-slags.” She walked her nosy ass away and I exhaled. Annoying little sisters do have their uses after all.

I went in search of my wife who I’d been so worried about and got a shock. I came up short in the doorway to the kitchen where she was standing way too close to some fuck in a cheap monkey suit. The sight was so unexpected that it took me a minute to process. “What the fuck!”

“Oh, hi Sam, have you met Ryan?” Excuse me? Why the fuck was she laughing with this shill? I walked into the room and took my place beside my wife, giving the asshole the death glare. “Ryan is working his way through college, he spends his summers working for the catering company that’s here tonight.” Well la di fucking da. I barely nodded in his direction the smarmy fuck.

“We were just talking about the last Star Wars movie.” What the fuck? I didn’t even know she liked that shit. They talked over their favorite points of the movie series and all the while I wanted to hurt him. He moved onto the baby next and that was my cue. The fuck he needs to know about my kid?

I knew from his nervous reaction that he’d been hitting on my wife, she didn’t seem to notice, but I let him know that I was onto his shit without uttering a word.

I got her away from him as soon as I could without raising a stink, but I so badly wanted to punch him in his fucking face. “Don’t do that again.” I said the words through gritted teeth as we walked into the room where the guests were gathered.

“Do what?” Was that a grin?

“Don’t disappear with strange men.”

“Sam, I was in your mom’s kitchen, there’re like fifty people here. What could possibly go wrong?” She can’t be that green, wait a minute, yes she can. “I don’t want you alone with strange men okay.” Did I just say that?

“But why? We were just talking, he wasn’t even flirting.” Oh-ho, so that was a grin I saw.

“You playing me?” Good girl. “So tell me, what was the point?”

“No point, I was just having an innocent conversation with a very nice young man.” I can read between the lines. I know I’ve said the same thing or some variation to her a time or two and I have to say, I don’t fucking like it. “Come.”

“Where are we going?” I pulled her through the party goers inconspicuously and up the stairs to my old room.

“What are you doing? Your mom will be so mad.” She hush whispered as I hustled her little ass down the hallway.

“No, she won’t.” I pulled her into the room and locked the door behind us. I looked over to the bed before deciding that up against the door was perfect for her sassy ass. I just lifted her skirt, got to my knees, tore her panties in half, and gave her my mouth.

“Uh, Sam…” I ignored her and went to town on her pussy. I teased her pussy with quick sharp licks of my tongue before driving in deep again. Her fingers dug into my scalp painfully but I didn’t care. I teased her clit with my teeth before feeding my tongue to her greedy pussy.

Back and forth again and again, I tongue fucked her cunt until pussy juice coated the bottom half of my face. I ate at her until she came hard and fast and then got to my feet and fixed her dress. I shoved the torn scraps of her silk underwear into the pocket of my pants while she panted and fought for her next breath. “That’s to remind you who the fuck you belong to. Come.”

* * *

We mixed and mingled with the other partiers and I knew she was hungry. She was jumpy as a cat on a hot tin roof. I knew eating her pussy without feeding her dick afterwards would do that to her. Now I was the only thing on her mind. That little episode in the kitchen did give me room for thought though. If she felt half of what I did just now, each time she saw me talking to a woman, then I’d done her a great disservice by brushing away her feelings.

She’d made her point, got me to see things through her eyes. Now I know that though it had seemed innocent to me since I knew my own thoughts, and had no interest in any of the women who came on to me, it meant something else entirely to her. Never again.

I couldn’t keep my hands off her all night. When I wasn’t holding her around the waist and glaring at every man that got too close, I had a hand on her ass. She was being my brave little girl, but every once in a while she’d raise those eyes up to me, looking for reassurance, and my chest would swell. She’ll always need me, just as I’ll always need her.

“Let’s go home buttercup.” I whispered in her ear before taking a nibble. Mom will have a fit, but she’ll get over it. I needed my girl. In the last half hour I’d seen her come alive. She was more relaxed than I’d seen her at any other time when we were out together like this. Instead of standing off to the side like an outsider looking in on my life, she was a part of it. She was finding her place and that shit for some fucked up reason made me hot.

She didn’t argue, just put her hand in mine and followed me out the door. I helped her into the car with the security screen still in place and had her top down before we were out of park. She held my head in place as I sucked the milk from her tit, draining one before moving onto the other.

The zipper was in the back of her dress since she was on her back, so it was easier for me to pull it up over her belly so I could get to her heat. I had my cock out and in hand while she pulled her legs up around my middle. I rubbed my leaking cockhead up and down her slit getting it nice and wet to slip inside her heat.

She was still wet from my tonguing, or her pussy had stayed running in heat. “Wait.” I pulled back and bent my head between her thighs for another taste before I dirtied her up with my seed. She moved on my tongue, her back arched, mouth open in small gasps in between begging me to take her.

When I’d had my fill of her taste on my tongue I lifted up again and slid home. There as no give in the leather of the seat and I went deeper and deeper into her pussy. She loved it, and the raw sounds she made only heated up my libido.

I fucked her like that until my back started to ache from being in that position too long in this cramped space. I pulled her up and sat back in my seat, bringing her over my lap, with my cock still buried to the hilt in her pussy. “Ride my cock baby.” I went back to her tits and sucked her while holding her ass in my hands helping her to fuck herself on my cock.

She made a hissing sound when I fucked up into her and I thought I’d hurt her until I felt her pussy gush around my cockmeat. “Fuck yourself on my cock baby, take me as deep as you can.” I let her nipple pop out of my mouth long enough to say. She bit her lip in concentration and worked her sweet pussy on my cock.

“That’s my girl… ummmmmm, fuck….” She rocked her hips up and down, backward and forward until her pussy went tight and she grunted out her orgasm. “Sam…” I know that tone, very well. I figured we had another half an hour before we reached home, so I could give her what she wanted.

Dropping her nipple from my mouth, I took her head between my hands and kissed her hard. “Okay baby.” I helped her off my cock and put her on her knees on the seat across from us. I moved over and gave her my tongue from behind one more time, before lifting up and driving my cock into her.

She arched her back and pushed her pussy back hard while I held her tummy in my hand to make sure she didn’t hurt herself. My little exhibitionist loves fucking in the car and she always gets a little wilder when we do. I on the other hand was a mindless animal caught up in the heat and tightness of her cunt.

I fucked my cock into her hard and deep while she grabbed at the leather seat and grunted with each pounding stroke I put in her. When her head went back and her mouth fell open in a silent scream, I knew she was close again. Lowering my head I took the flesh of her neck between my teeth while I felt my seed begin to shoot off inside her quivering cunt.

Running my hands lovingly over her round tummy, I whispered into her ear as the last of my seed dripped into her. “I want to have lots and lots of babies with you buttercup. I want to keep you like this every fucking year and I don’t care how archaic that sounds.” Her pussy tightened and leaked around my cock in answer.