“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.
“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 m
e 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.”
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.
I hold onto his desk and remember the first time he fucked me like this. I’m flooded with emotions and memories, and I want him to keep fucking me like this forever.
“I’m coming,” I tell him, as I hear him grunt from behind me.
He pulls me close to him while he says, “Madilyn, I’m coming too.”
I feel him pump his cum inside me and I begin to tremble, both from the pleasure of an orgasm as well as a contraction.
This is it, I realize.
This is the day that our babies will be born.
Chapter 8 – Madilyn
I sit down in Asher’s computer chair and take a deep breath. He beings to massage my shoulders, which feels good but it’s still hard to orientate myself. I tell myself I’m just recovering from hot sex, but I feel something else taking over my body. Something that feels a lot like labor.
“Oh my God,” I tell him.
“I know,” he says. “That was fucking great.”
“No, Asher. It’s not that.”
I look at him. But then the contraction is over. Perhaps I was just imagining it?
His office phone rings.
“What is it, then?” he asks. “You want to play secretary like you used to do for me?”
“Sure,” I tell him, realizing this is the last time I might be in the office for quite some time.
I’ve planned a maternity leave so I can stay home with the twins for a while after they’re born.
“Asher Marks’ office,” I answer, wondering who could be calling at nearly eight o’clock in the evening.
I wonder if it’s a new client and if I’ll get credit for bringing on new business before I temporarily leave the firm. Or if it’s another partner, calling to ask whether our babies have arrived yet or how the trial is going.
“Who is this?” asks a snappy yet familiar voice.
“This is Madilyn Marks, Asher’s wife,” I say, immediately feeling territorial and possessive. “Who is this?”
“Oh, Madilyn,” the voice says, in the midst of choking back a laugh. “I thought you would be, like, in labor or something by now. I can’t believe he has you working his phone while you really should be on bedrest or something, with those twins. But what do I know? I’m no doctor. Of course.”
Suddenly I know exactly who it is.
I look at Asher, wondering why she’s calling him. And as his face goes white, I realize that he doesn’t want me to know.
“This is Janice,” the voice on the other end of the phone says.
“I know who it is,” I tell her. “What do you want?”
“I just want to tell Asher that his ex-wife is ready to deal.”
“I see.”
A contraction rips through me and I know that my next move needs to be to hang up on Janice and call Dr. Morris. Even though I might think that there are more pressing matters to attend to right now, these babies obviously think differently. They are ready to be born.
“You didn’t even know, did you?” Janice asks, and I can tell she’s grinning. “Mandy, Madilyn didn’t even know what’s been going on.”
I hear Mandy Calderon’s shrieking laughter in the background and I decide it’s time for Mean Mama Bear to come out. I don’t know what’s going on, but I’m going to pretend I do.
I have some idea, since Asher’s been very hush hush about this case that he’s been in trial on. Certain things are starting to come together. I’m mad at him for not telling me but I can guess why he hasn’t.
It’s become obvious to me that sometimes men who are in love do stupid things. But for the sake of these babies, who are ready to enter the world, and the sake of my relationship with their father— or whatever might still be left after he explains to me what he’s been keeping from me and why— I am not going to let Asher do anything stupid.
“Of course I know what’s going on,” I say, raising my eyebrows at Asher. “And you can tell Asher’s ex wife that there will be no deal.”
“What?” Janice says, and now it’s my turn to grin at her shock, rather than the other way around. “But Asher said—”
“I know what Asher said,” I tell her, even though I have no clue. “He’s the boss, but in this situation, I’m in charge. And you can tell her there will be no deal.”
I hang up the phone but Asher’s mouth is still hanging open.
“What in the hell was that?” he asks.
“That’s an ironic question, coming from you,” I tell him. “But I’ll let you know what that was. That was a pregnant lady saving your ass, right before she has your babies.”
“What?” he asks, looking down at my stomach and then back up at my face.
I hunch over now, as another contraction hits me.
“You’re not mad at me? For keeping things from you?”
“I sure am,” I tell him. “And I expect you had your reasons, and I expect you’ll tell me as soon as I have these babies. But, it’s just about
time to do that. Before the phone rang, I was going to tell you I need to call Dr. Morris.”
“Really?” he asks, completely dumbfounded.
“Really,” I tell him. “But now things have progressed to where I don’t even think I can do that. Please call Dr. Morris for me, and then help me get my clothes back on. There’s no way I want to deliver our babies wearing black BDSM lingerie.”
Chapter 9 – Asher
Waaaaaaaaah! cries one of my babies, as I try my best to hold her in my arms.
I never knew that such a little creature could have such big lungs. Her screams are loud and powerful, jolting me into wanting to do something, anything to help her— even though I don’t know what she needs.
Waah waah waah, cries my other baby, as Madilyn holds him to her breast.
His cries are softer but continue longer. Already I can tell them apart, even though they look nearly identical. In addition to their distinctive cries, one of them has a cowlick in his hair, while the other one has a small birthmark on her wrist.
Already I’m in love, even though they’re tiny, greedy, demanding things that I don’t yet understand. Nature takes over though, and I feel nothing but affection for my little newborn baby girl and boy.
Madilyn tries to get the baby on her breast but he flails around, crying even more.
I’m also overcome with affection for my strong and brave wife. I had no idea what it took to have a baby, and I knew deep down that she had it in her, but it was still an impressive sight to behold.
“Now what did the lactation nurse tell me about how to get them to latch?”
She throws her head back on the hospital bed.
“I don’t remember,” she answers herself. “I’m too exhausted. I can’t believe it took me so long to get them out.”
“You did great,” I tell her, wheeling my hospital chair over to the bed. “I know I couldn’t give birth to one baby and you gave birth to two. Women really are the stronger sex.”
“Well, I don’t feel like it right now,” she says. “I can’t even get little Remy to latch.”
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