-- CHAPTER 7: The Pregnancy --
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*DECEMBER*
I awoke in the morning to feel a soft naked back against my chest. I tilted my face down to press my nose against her bare skin and I inhaled deeply, relishing the scent of her.
My hand slid down her side and up over her hips. I paused there and rubbed her ass with my hand. She made no real movements while I caressed the cheek, which made me think she was still asleep. Then I slowly moved my hand lower, stroking her thighs gently.
The gorgeous supermodel was on her left side, her left leg pointing straight down the length of the bed with her right pulled forward and then bent at the knee. She was in the perfect position for my fingers to trail lower into the cleft between her legs, and when my fingertip began to slowly rub up and down the seam of her pussy lips, she began to stir.
I kept my touch soft, and every time she moved or moaned I went softer still. And gradually, like a flower in bloom, her labia opened up. I began to feel the first trickle of moisture, and then I pushed my finger in with added pressure and managed to coat the tip in her nectar.
Now at least a little lubricated, I let my finger glide higher along until I found that her little ball of pleasure had just begun to peek out from under its hood. And ever so gently, I touched my moistened finger to it.
She began to moan, a softly erotic sound and her hips shuffled slightly in her sleep. I stopped moving for a moment, and then when she settled down, I returned my finger to her moistened folds to recoat with fresh nectar. Once sufficiently lubed up, I returned to rubbing her clit.
I kept this up for a good ten minutes. She nearly woke twice, but by the end of that time her pussy was a furnace, her labia were widely parted and showing plenty of pink, and her whole body trembled. It was time.
I shifted my hips until I was right behind her ass and just a little further down the bed. And then, with cock in hand, I guided it into position and began to lean my hips into her.
I heard the catch in her breathing as she came awake. By then, I already had the mushroom head inside her snatch, and it was just a matter of pressure as I slid the full rod deep into her body.
She moaned and rocked her hips while I reached around with wet fingertips and began to rub at her clit once again. And then I pulled my cock back out a few inches before once again burying it in to the hilt.
The beautiful, naked woman in my arms began to buck herself back at me while I picked up speed. My left hand went up to grasp her shoulder so I could use it as leverage to thrust myself into her pussy from behind. Her own hand moved down to take over rubbing herself, freeing me to shift my right hand to her hips.
Only I didn't move it to her hips. I moved my hand around to Taylor's stomach, resting my palm just below her belly button as I imagined the life growing inside of her. Her head bowed forward as she kept up the rhythm, and together my wife and I made morning love until we both softly moaned our releases, Taylor's whole body shivering with pleasure while I spunked out my load against her inner walls.
When we were done, Taylor turned to me and brushed her dark bangs out of her eyes. Her eyes were a brighter blue than I'd seen them in a long time, and she kissed me wetly and hotly, moaning with passion and love for her husband.
"I love you, Johnny."
"I love you, Taylor."
She smiled at me and sighed. We both let our heads sink into the pillows to relax our necks after the tension of our lovemaking. But just while I was sighing in absolute contentment, Taylor's eyes bugged out and she clapped a hand over her mouth.
Quickly, my wife rolled out of bed, oblivious to the creamy white jism now leaking onto her thighs. She scrambled for the bathroom and a moment later I heard retching sounds echo through the cavernous room back towards me.
I sighed again, this time in resignation. Then I quickly scooted off the bed and went to stroke my wife's back while she vomited up last night's dinner into the toilet.
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Taylor was still looking a little green when I brought her down for breakfast. I'd offered to have her breakfast delivered upstairs, but she wanted to eat with everyone.
I held her hand the whole way down the stairs, and for the first time in memory, I actually had something to complain to Jeff Lee about. Why had my design architect not told me that lack of stairs might be more important to my wife during pregnancy than a second-floor view? At least we had an elevator. Maybe I could put in an escalator? It'd be tacky, but effective.
We were the last ones to arrive and breakfast was already laid out on the table. I had my arms wrapped around Taylor the whole way in. When we entered into the dining room, the first thing I heard was, "Aww... you guys look so cute!"
I glanced up to see it was Ashlyn, staring at us with a glow on her face. And when our eyes met, I froze. A flashback of last night came straight into my memory. The look of her face in the middle of orgasm had been so erotic. The sound of her moans had set my heart racing. And the passion of our lovemaking had simply been extraordinary.
Last night had been the most amazing sex of my life.
And from the look on Ashlyn's face as she stared at me, it had been pretty incredible for her, too.
Taylor caught us gazing rapturously back and forth at each other and she squeezed my hand. "Looks like you two had a pretty good time last night," she quipped before sitting down.
Ashlyn blushed, but I think I blushed even deeper. At least my tan complexion hid it better than Ashlyn's ivory whiteness.
Kate chimed in, "Believe me, they had a good time. Everyone in the HOUSE could hear that they had a good time. I got myself off twice just listening to them."
Now Ashlyn was beet red, and I'm sure I wasn't much better. But Taylor pushed past the teasing and put her hand on top of Ashlyn's beside her. "How are you feeling, Ash?"
"Better. Happier."
"No more dark thoughts. No more morose depression?"
Ashlyn flicked her gorgeous blue eyes to me. "No. I feel great." And then Ashlyn flashed me a smile so big I was blinded by the light.
Kate chuckled. "One night of sex with John and all her troubles are cured," she said theatrically while shaking her head in mild disbelief.
"It's not like all my problems went AWAY," Ashlyn shrugged. "But I guess I'd just slipped into a rut of depression. I saw love around me and was convinced I couldn't have it anymore. The one guy I dared to fall for beat the crap out of me. And when someone like me goes three weeks without feeling any happiness, you can bet a night with John does wonders for improving one's mood."
"Some of us are just sexual creatures," Taylor mused. "Sometimes when you're down, there's nothing like an amazing orgasm to lift your spirits."
"Or seven..." Ashlyn said under her breath.
"Seven? Someone had a REALLY good night," Taylor teased and then she squeezed my hand.
Ashlyn squeezed Taylor's hand. "Thank you, Taylor. Thank you so much for last night."
My wife rubbed Ashlyn's hand. "Don't thank me. I think Johnny did all the work."
