I leave the double lounger under the huge umbrella and walk up behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist as I nuzzle the space between her neck and shoulder. She smells like cocoa butter and sunshine.
“You ready to go back inside?” I murmur against her skin as she leans back into my arms. I let my hands travel slowly up her torso and cup her tits, tweaking a nipple before I rest them back around her waist again.
“Yeah,” she says softly. “I am getting kind of lunch-y.” She briefly leaves my arms to collect her small bucket that holds her seashell and sea glass finds from the past four days. Once she has her small bucket, we walk hand-in-hand back to the house, stopping to pick up my iPod and the small cooler of bottled water. Once we are on the deck, I stand back some as I watch her shuck her bikini bottoms and turn on the outdoor shower to rinse off the sand and sea water.
I groan low, palming my hardening junk as water sluices over her beautiful brown skin. I shed my board shorts and come up behind her, running my hands down the front of her body before cupping her between her legs. Zoe lets out a soft moan as she widens her stance. I take two fingers and delve into her heat. I slowly finger fuck her as the lukewarm water cascades over us both.
I fasten my mouth to the side of her neck, sucking and biting gently as she rides my fingers slowly. When I feel her inner muscles start to flutter around my fingers, I remove them quickly and replace them with my cock. She cries out in pleasure as my hands grip her hips and pump into her slowly, but forcefully. She places one hand on the half shower wall and the other on my right wrist as I pick up my pace.
“Charlie,” Zoe whispers almost in astonishment as I pepper kisses down the side of her neck and onto her shoulder.
I keep my strokes slow but steady as she starts to come undone. She claws at my hand on her hip as her orgasm rushes through her, soft mewling sounds exiting her lips. I grit my teeth - trying to prolong my release as her pussy squeezes my cock rhythmically. I hold out for a good minute before my strokes speed up and I cum in my wife.
We are both panting heavily, recovering from our orgasms. A minute or two passes before we resume rinsing off the sand and sea water.
Once we are in the house, we quickly throw on dry clothes and I kick back on the sectional sofa as I watch Zoe go about preparing us a quick lunch. She heats up a couple of chicken breasts and makes sandwiches to have with leftover pasta salad. We eat in silence, but the sexual tension is crackling between us. Since we have been here, we can’t keep our hands off of each other. Once we finish our lunch, we leave the dishes in the sink as I whisk my wife away to the bedroom for an afternoon of love-making.
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Zoe
The next day, Charlie and I are still in bed and it is almost two in the afternoon. We have only left the bed for food and to answer the call of nature. We have been talking, making love and napping on and off. Now we are just cuddling. He has his hand buried in my hair, massaging my scalp as I rest my head on his chest.
“So,” Charlie starts off. “I have been meaning to ask you. Did you have a good time with Liv before we left?”
I lift my head and prop my chin on his chest so I can see his face.
“It went well. I helped her to pick out some stuff for the baby’s nursery. I thought the green-eyed monster would rear its ugly head, but to my surprise it didn’t.” I lightly kiss his chest before continuing. “I think knowing that we have another appointment with the fertility specialist made it bearable.”
Two days before we left for Costa Rica, Charlie and I had an appointment with a fertility specialist. The appointment was a consultation in which our medical histories and the available fertility treatments were discussed. When we return to Richmond, we will go back for a number of diagnostic tests to evaluate where the problem(s) might be.
“Are you nervous about our next appointment?” he asks me, pushing my wild curls off my forehead.
“A little, but I am also looking forward to it. At least we will finally know what’s gong on. Are you nervous?”
He shrugs. “Not really, but I am more concerned about having to provide a sample. I mean, I am going to have to go into a little room and jack off into a specimen cup.”
I bust out laughing, because that would be the thing that has Charlie worried.
“It’s not funny Zoe,” he says, but I can tell he wants to laugh too.
My reply is to laugh harder. I am still laughing when he flips me over onto my back and hovers above me. My laughter quickly turns into a moan when his hard cock slides into me.
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We’ve been back home in Richmond for three days and right now we are sitting in the waiting room at the fertility clinic. While I wasn’t nervous earlier in the day, I am crazy nervous now. I have Charlie’s hand in a death grip and every so often he will lean over and kiss the side of my head, murmuring ‘I love you’.
A few more minutes go by before a nurse calls our names. I have to make a quick stop by the restroom, because they want a urine sample. I hate providing urine samples, because no matter how careful I am, I end up peeing on my hand.
Afterwards, I met up with Charlie who is already in an exam room. Once in the room, the nurse instructs me to remove my clothing and slip on a gown as the doctor will be doing a full pelvic exam today. Charlie and I sit, talking quietly until the doctor arrives, which is about ten minutes later.
He greets us with a hearty handshake and a big smile. Dr. Hanford leans against the counter. He clasps his hands together before offering us another big smile. I glance at Charlie and he gives me the same perplexed look I am probably giving him.
Was Dr. Hanford this smiley when we met with him before?
The exam room door opens again and a nurse steps in and hands Dr. Hanford a folder. As he flips through the few pages in the folder, his smile seems to grow bigger - if that is even possible. Before closing the folder, he takes out a piece of paper and hands it to me.
“This is a prescription for prenatal vitamins that I want you to start taking ASAP, because you my dear are already pregnant. We tested your urine sample and there is hCG present, indicating you are indeed pregnant. And by my guess, I would say you are well into your first trimester because your hCG levels are very high.” Dr. Hanford informs us.
I shake my head a bit and jiggle my finger in my ear, thinking that my hearing may be going.
Surely, he did not say I was pregnant - did he?
I look over at Charlie. He has the happiest expression on his face.
I look back at Dr. Hanford and whisper, “I’m pregnant?” I can already feel the tears clogging my throat and the pure joy spreading through my chest.
Dr. Hanford nods.
“But I have been having my period. How can I be pregnant?” I am trying not to cry, but I can’t help it. This is what I want so bad, but my still having a period scares me. What if something is wrong?
Charlie gets up from the chair and sits beside me on the exam table. I lean into him as he pulls me closer and wraps his arms around me, his hand settling over my still flat stomach.
“It is not unusual to have a period during the first trimester,” Dr. Hanford begins. “During the consultation visit you stated that your December menstrual cycle was normal, but your January cycle was much lighter.”
I nod as I wipe my few lingering tears away. “Yes, the one I had in January was just spotting. But I usually have a period like that once a year and I just figured that was it.”
“Your next menstrual cycle is supposed to start next week according to my notes.” Dr. Hanford says.
I nod again.
“Well, I am thinking you won’t be having it. You might have some spotting; as I said earlier, this is not unusual. But if you do have spotting, I would like for you to give us a call, okay?”
I nod again.
“Good!” he says enthusiastically as he opens the folder again and flips a few pages before he looks back up and starts speaking again. “Now, the first day of
your last regular period was December eighteen - giving us a due date of September twenty-fourth. And that means that you are around ten weeks pregnant. We can do an ultrasound today and we should be able to hear your baby’s heartbeat.”
At that news, the waterworks start up again - this time full force. I turn in Charlie’s arms and bury my head against his chest. I am just overwhelmed with happiness. I am vaguely aware of Dr. Hanford saying something about giving us a minute to celebrate the good news before he leaves the room.
“Zoe,” Charlie says softly as he kisses my head. “Zoe Baby, look at me.”
I lift my head from his chest and look up at him. He thumbs away my tears. He kisses my forehead, then each eyelid before kissing me softly on the lips.
“We’re going to be parents,” he says to me in almost a whisper. “You’re going to be Mommy.”
I let out a giggle, loving how that sounds.
“And you’re going to be Daddy.”
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Charlie - Two Weeks Later
I quietly go about finishing up dinner as my wife runs around the kitchen and the adjoining dining room like a chicken with its head cut off. I take the cheese and Italian sausage stuffed shells out of the oven, removing the foil from the pan. I sprinkle grated parmesan and romano cheeses over the dish before sticking it back in the oven and turn the oven temperature down to two hundred degrees.
I watch Zoe as she pulls open a kitchen drawer and frantically starts searching for something. I walk up behind her, gently pulling her into my arms, my hand resting against her stomach.
When wearing clothing, you can’t tell she’s pregnant, but when she is naked, she has a small rounded baby bump that I can’t seem to keep my hands off of. Like now, I can feel the small, rounded hardness as I move my hand over her belly.
“What are you looking for Zoe?” I ask as I kiss her neck; her skin so soft against my lips.
“I can’t find the wine opener,” she rushes out. “I know Ivy and Maddie will want wine, so I need to find the wine opener.”
I try not to laugh as I reach up into to the cabinet next to us. This is the same cabinet where we have kept the two wine openers that we own since we have moved into the house. I pull one out and hold it in front of her.
“I knew it was there. I was just testing to see if you knew where it was.”
“Uh huh.” I kiss her neck again. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m okay. I am just ready to tell our friends our good news,” she replies, turning in my arms. She gives me a quick peck on the lips.
“You know that is not what I am talking about.”
Zoe is three months pregnant and hasn’t experienced any morning sickness.
At all.
I know that is a good thing and the doctor did say that is wasn’t uncommon, but after hearing from Isaac how sick Liv was for a few weeks in her first trimester, I was expecting Zoe to be bent over the toilet twenty-four-seven.
“I’m fine Charlie. I don’t feel queasy at all. Matter-of-fact, I’m hungry. When are you going to cook the appetizers?”
I grin down at her. “I am about to cook them.” In addition to the main meal of stuffed shells, green beans and garlic bread, I am also making appetizers - fried zucchini and fried tortellini. “I don’t want to cook them too soon. I want them to still be hot when everyone arrives.”
“Well, everyone will be arriving in like ten minutes or so,” she says maneuvering out of my arms. She takes the wine opener from me. “So you better start cooking them now.” She gives me a quick peck on the lips and leaves the room.
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Zoe
I try to calm my nerves as I go about setting up the drinks. The corner of our large living room houses a wet bar. Glass front walnut cabinets - filled with every type of wine and cocktail glass available - hang against an exposed brick wall. A tan and black granite L-shaped counter top serves as the ‘bar’ area. I take four wine glasses from the overhead, glass-front cabinet. I pull bottles of pinot grigo and sparkling cider from the wine fridge, setting them both on the bar. I pour myself a glass of sparkling cider so that no one will be the wiser that I am not drinking wine before we tell them our baby news.
The guys will drink beer, which is in the fridge in the kitchen. However, I don’t bother taking them out as Charlie has quite a few brands/flavors and I have no idea what they will want. Satisfied with that, I take my glass of sparkling cider and sit on the comfy sofa in the living room.
As I take a sip from my glass, I smile to myself thinking how our parents reacted to our baby news. Charlie and I had dinner with them and his mom two days ago where we told them the news. My mom was over the moon, excited that she was getting two grandbabies this year. My dad was bursting with pride while Charlie’s mom was moved to tears.
The doorbell chiming brings me back to the present.
“I’ll get it Charlie,” I yell as I put down my drink and scramble from the sofa, heading towards the front door. I open the door to Ivy and Wood. Greetings and hugs are exchanged as I usher them inside, taking their coats and Ivy’s purse as I direct them to the living room. After storing their belongings in the coat closet, the doorbell chimes again. I open the door to my Judah and Maddie. They are in a deep conversation about something and I clap my hands to get their attention. The both look startled, but quickly recover. More hugs are exchanged as I welcome them both, taking coats and Maddie’s purse and direct them to the living room too. I follow behind them and I am pleased to see that Charlie has just set out the hot appetizers.
I play hostess as I go about filling Ivy’s and Maddie’s wine glasses. I am teeming with excitement to tell them I am pregnant, but Livy and Isaac have not arrived yet. They end up being almost thirty minutes late. Apparently there was an incident involving their Great Dane (Loki) and a bag of flour.
Charlie can tell that I am bursting to tell everyone our news as we all sit around talking and eating the appetizers. Before we head to the dining room, he pulls me aside.
“Do you want to tell them now? Before dinner?” he asks me softly.
I nod eagerly.
He lets out a sharp, shrill whistle to get everyone’s attention, before he pulls me back into his arms. One hand covering my small baby bump. I settle back against his chest as he raises the hem of my sweater revealing the t-shirt underneath. It seems to take forever before anyone to understand the meaning of my t-shirt that has ‘Coming in September” written over my belly.
Livy is the first one to understand and lets out a squeal before rushing to me, pulling me from Charlie’s hold and wrapping me in a hug; her own and much bigger baby bump getting in the way.
“Really?” she asks, her eyes bright with delight as she pulls back and looks at me.
A wave of emotion comes over me. I wasn’t this emotional when we told our parents, but for some reason, Livy’s reaction gets my tears going. My only response is to nod. I hear congratulations all around us.
“Livy, stop hogging her, so we can congratulate her too,” I hear Ivy say as Livy releases me and hands me off to Ivy.
“Congratulations Zoe,” Ivy says softly as she engulfs me in a tight hug, rocking me slightly as I cry a bit harder.
Out of the girls, Ivy is the one who knows how much I have wanted this. Eventually, I am handed off to Maddie for a hug and then to my brothers, who engulf me in a three-way hug. No words other than congratulations are spoken as we hold on to each other. They know too how much I have wanted this, yet they never brought it up, but they knew.
As I am released from the hug, I search for Charlie and I see him hugging Maddie. He mouths, ‘you okay?’
I nod and mouth back, ‘perfect’.
Chapter 9 - Secrets
Charlie
Watching my wife’s body change with her pregnancy is such a thrill for me. She’s now in her fifth month and the changes to her body are incredible. A pregnant Zoe is a hella sexy Zoe.
I take a seat on the edge of the bed and le
an back, propping myself up on my elbows as I watch my wife’s plump ass back up. I let my head drop back as she sinks down on my cock. Her wet and tight heat causing me to bark out a curse.
“Fuck you feel good.”
I raise my head and watch her. Her hands are on my knees as she rides my cock – up and down with a little twist thrown in every few seconds or so. She does this for a while and I am content to watch her pleasure herself on my cock.
When she throws her head back and moans out, “I’m close Charlie,” I sit up, pulling her back to my chest, cupping her tits in my hand. I hold her tight and pluck at her nipples as she continues to ride my cock. She hisses out a curse as I pluck her stiff nipples a bit harder. In addition to her tits getting bigger, her nipples are also more sensitive. I bury my face into the side of neck, kissing the soft fragrant skin there.
“Cum for me Zoe…cum all over my cock Baby,” I say gruffly in her ear.
After a minute or two of her bouncing on my cock, she does just that. I hug her even tighter as her pussy grips my cock like a damn vice. I can feel the results of her orgasm drip and run down my shaft and balls. When she goes limp in my arms, I stand while keeping her impaled on my cock and lay her gently on the bed, mindful of her baby bump. I lift her hips a little bit before plunging into her. I find my release less than a minute later.
It takes me a few minutes to regain the use of my body before I roll us over until I am spooning her. I am still connected to Zoe and I never want my cock to leave her warm and wet place.
“You okay?” I ask her softly.
“Mmmm,” is her response before she lets out a jaw-cracking yawn.
I gently ease from her, instantly missing her heat as my cock slips out. I do a quick clean up in the bathroom, before taking a hot wash cloth back into the bedroom to clean up Zoe. She is already asleep as I go about cleaning her up. Since she reached her second trimester, she is able to fall asleep almost anywhere and at any time. I pull the covers to her shoulders before kissing her forehead.
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