White Diamonds

by Lyn, K.

  The midday sun was streaming into the little room and Vicki opened her eyes with a warm and cozy feeling. Wilson was sleeping soundly and Vicki rubbed her legs against her husband’s gorgeous body. Her ring caught the light and sparkled just as brilliantly as she was sparkling. She couldn’t believe how lucky she had been. Wilson was everything she could have imagined in a husband and more than she had ever expected. Adrift in a sea of dreams, she was becoming aroused by the man whose wife she had become less than twenty-four hours earlier. She caressed his arms and ran the tip of her fingers along his spine causing him to shiver. She felt him grow inside of her and then he looked up at her.

  “Morning, Mrs. Jones.”

  Vicki giggled softly and opened herself to her amazing lover. “Don’t we have a checkout time?” she asked after they had made love again.

  “We can spend the weekend if we want. It’s your choice, Mrs. Jones.”

  Vicki smiled. How could she not stay another night in the beautiful countryside? “Let’s stay,” she said as she kissed him.

  They were the only guests in the dining room where they fed each other a home cooked meal made especially for them. They took a walk in the woods and swam naked in the heated water of the springs. Vicky had never swum naked before and the warm stimulating water caused the sensual woman to quickly gravitate toward her husband. He wrapped Vicki’s legs around him and eased into her depths. The pulsing water made her climax quickly and she held tightly to her husband.

  Wilson kissed his wife’s wet lips, igniting greater passion inside of his beautiful wife. “What will I do when you grow tired of me?” he teased.

  “Mmm, that will never happen. I can’t get enough of you.”

  When they were once again in the comfy bed of the honeymoon suite, they wrapped themselves around each other, and Vicki admitted that she was glad they stayed for the entire weekend. “I can’t remember when I felt this relaxed,” she said as she drifted off to sleep with her husband beneath her. Wilson smiled as he looked up at the ceiling. He knew that getting away was the best thing for his new bride. She had felt guilty about not getting pregnant again and a change of scenery had seemed to help ease her mind. Vicki becoming his wife was icing on the cake. In their hearts, they had been married long before their honeymoon.

  When they walked through the door of their home, the aroma of a delicious meal was unexpected to Vicki. They walked into the kitchen and Wilson said, “It was catered; a gift from my boss.”

  “How did they know the exact time we would be here?”

  “I called him right before we left the country.”

  The dish was foreign to Vicki, but delicious.

  “It’s Middle Eastern cuisine.”

  “It’s wonderful.” Vicki was famished.

  “The country air agrees with you. The boss said we can stay there anytime we like.”

  “How about every weekend?”

  Wilson took her hand in his. “Anything you want.”

  ***

  When Wilson went off to work and life returned to normal, Vicki decided to paint the bedroom a cheerier color. She had felt so at home in the country cottage that she wanted to feel the same way in this big house. A nice warm yellow should work, she thought, as she opened the can of paint. After a few rollers, she opened the closet door to wind up the music box when she noticed some old carpet scraps. She thought they would work for a front door rug and she began to unroll the leftover fragments. They were dusty and Vicki’s eyes began to water. She took the carpet out of the closet and let it unroll on the floor. At the very center was a receipt of some kind. When she picked it up, it nearly fell apart. It was old and Vicki couldn’t quite read the date. Many of the details had faded, but the ones that remained nearly caused her to retch. It was an explanation for the money they had found hidden in the basement. She had uncovered a receipt for payment in full of hundreds of slaves that had been returned to their owners by none other than her own kin. The receipt had accompanied the money but for some reason it had been kept separate from the cash. The receipt stated that the money was payment in full and belonged to the owner of the house.

  “That was years ago,” Vicki said out loud. “The money belongs to my family…me, for returning Wilson’s family…to…slave owners?” She put her hand over her mouth. She couldn’t let Wilson know about this. He was a proud man and this would kill him. She had lost his baby, and now this? When Vicki finished reading the entire document, she ran to the bathroom and threw up. She felt weak and dizzy and fought to pull herself onto the bed. A deep voice calling her name much later awoke her.

  “Vicki, honey, are you okay?”

  “Wilson?”

  “I’ve been calling your name since I came home. The house was dark. What happened?”

  Vicki sat up slowly. “I must have fallen asleep.”

  Wilson looked at the partly painted room. “You were painting?”

  “I thought it would be more homey, you know, like the cottage in the woods.”

  “We can go there whenever you want.” There was something different about Vicki and it frightened Wilson.

  “I should get dinner ready.”

  “I think we’ll order in tonight. You’ve been sleeping a lot lately.”

  Vicki yawned. “I guess so.”

  “Well, tomorrow we’re going to find out why. I’m taking you to the doctor.”

  “What about work?”

  “Work can wait. You come first.”

  Neither of them was prepared for the results of the lab work. The doctor waltzed into the room where Vicki and Wilson were anxiously waiting. “You’ve done it again, big guy. You’re pregnant, Vicki.”

  “What? But I’m not sick and I’m not getting fat.”

  “Every pregnancy is different. It’s much better to be tired than sick, and as for the fat, that will come. You’re nearly three months along.”

  Vicki pressed on her gut that didn’t feel hard at all.

  “It can take awhile before you feel the hardness,” the doctor assured her.

  Vicki didn’t realize she was being watched and she felt a little embarrassed. “But nothing on me is bigger,” she protested.

  “You will notice fuller breasts in time.”

  “Are you sure I’m pregnant?”

  The doctor laughed. “Blood doesn’t lie. Here are the markers.”

  Vicki stared at the sheet of paper that she didn’t fully understand, and then she looked at Wilson. He was shocked, but thrilled. He was the one who was glowing.

  “Take care of yourself. Sleep while you can.”

  Then Vicki began to cry. She couldn’t stop. She just sat there and sobbed.

  “Honey, what’s wrong?”

  “Well, my dear, I would say that’s a clear sign that you’re expecting.”

  “You don’t understand, doctor. I can’t lose another baby.” She thought she would hyperventilate as she tried to breathe and cry at the same time.

  “There is no reason why you can’t carry this baby full term. Try not to worry. Find a quiet place where you feel at home…a special room…whatever it takes, understand?”

  Vicki nodded.

  “And do everything you love to do…everything…no restrictions.” He winked and this time it was Wilson who was blushing.

  Vicki blew her nose and promised to follow the doctor’s orders. She was quiet on the drive home, with Wilson doing his best to engage her in conversation. When he returned to work, he kissed her goodbye. “It’s going to be fine, Vicki. You’ll see.”

  While Wilson was gone one day, Vicki tucked the document she had found into her purse and tried to forget about it. Two more weeks went by and she still saw no signs of a budding pregnancy. Wilson noticed her steady decline as she became more and more depressed and he knew he had to get her out of the big house. The house was always dark when he came home from work, the curtains drawn, and Vicki was lying in the big bed staring at the wall.

  “Let’s go for a ride,” he said o
ne Friday night when he came home from work.

  “I don’t really feel like it, but thanks,” she said, not looking at him.

  Wilson had packed their bags the night before and after he loaded them into the car, he scooped Vicki into his arms and carried her down the stairs.

  “Wilson, no, I’m tired.”

  “You have no choice in the matter,” he said with a stern look on his face.

  “But I’m supposed to be pregnant.”

  “You are pregnant, my dear, and what you are doing is not good for the baby.”

  Vicki sat in the car with tears streaming down her face. “You know I wouldn’t hurt the baby, but I want you to take me home.”

  “That’s what I’m doing.”

  Vicki stared out at the trees as they drove into the woods and wondered what her husband was up to. When they stopped at the cottage where they had become husband and wife, Vicki gave Wilson a questioning look. “Why are you doing this?” The tears started again, and Wilson opened the car door for her.

  “Honey, you loved it here.”

  “But I have to leave at the end of the weekend, so it’s better not to come at all. Don’t you see?”

  Wilson wiped the tears from Vicki’s face and kissed her softly. “This time we’re not leaving. You will stay here with Mr. and Mrs. Adler while I’m at work. You loved Mrs. Adler, remember?”

  “I guess so.”

  “She could use your help, Vicki. She’s not a young woman and she needs someone to plan meals and make sure the guests are comfortable. Trust me, I’m not asking you to do hard labor.”

  Vicki closed her eyes. “How long?”

  “At least until the baby is born,” he said. “Now dry your eyes and let’s go inside.”

  Vicki wiped her face and reluctantly took her husband’s hand.

  “Vicki, honey, let me look at you,” the bubbly woman said as she held out her arms.

  Vicki forced a smile and hugged the woman with the quirky manner.

  “I’ve fixed up your room. It’s the same one you were in before,” she giggled.

  “But that’s the honeymoon suite.”

  “My dear, the two of you will always be honeymooners.”

  Vicki couldn’t begin to follow the woman’s reasoning, so she decided not to try.

  “We’ll have so much fun.” Beth Adler lifted one of the suitcases and headed for the stairs.

  Vicki turned to her husband and smiled slightly.

  “You heard the woman. Our room is waiting.”

  ***

  The change in Vicki’s demeanor seemed to occur overnight and by the end of the first week with the quirky innkeeper, she had transformed the little bedroom into a bedroom, den, and baby room by a very strategic placement of the furniture. The room was crowded, but Vicki loved it.

  It was at the end of the first week in the country cottage that Vicki noticed the slight bump that she had thought would never come. It felt good. The dizziness was no longer her constant companion and she felt like the sensual woman her husband had married. She tried on a negligee she had bought but never worn. It was black and opened down to nearly the crotch. Her breasts were full enough now to tent it out at the top and allow it to taper in a v, as if leading to what Wilson called her honey pot. She turned to the side and admired her profile. There was no mistaking the bump in the tight little number and she ran her hand from side to side as she thought of having Wilson’s baby. She didn’t hear the turn of the doorknob or her husband entering the room. He stared at the sexy back of his young wife and then his eyes fixed on her butt.

  He walked up behind her and put his hand over her hand. “Mmm, did you start without me?”

  Startled, Vicki turned her head to the side.

  “I haven’t seen this before. Is it new?” He kissed her parted lips before she could answer.

  “I bought it for you,” she said. She slipped her hand out from beneath his and pressed his hand to her growing gut. As she moved his hand downward, she slid it slowly so that Wilson wouldn’t miss the bulge.

  He turned her around and opened the black lace. “There he is. There’s my boy.”

  Vicki giggled, “Or girl.”

  Wilson parted the lace at the top, exposing full breasts and large dark nipples. He held the soft breasts in his hands, feeling their fullness as if unsure of what he was feeling. “Oh baby,” he whispered before kissing her and lifting her into his arms.

  “Careful, I’m fat now.”

  Wilson was too aroused to hear anything. He laid his pregnant wife on the bed and ran a hand inside the lace crotch.

  “I’m so wet.”

  “I can take care of that,” he promised. He nearly tripped as he stripped out of his clothes.

  Vicki held the dripping cock in her hands, smoothing a thumb across the head as Wilson let out a gasp and a low moan. He began pulling on the crotch of the silk and Vicki whispered, “It snaps way, way down.” The seductive wife nearly made her husband lose it as she voiced the sensuous words. Three small well hidden snaps located at the entrance to Vicki’s wetness were pulled apart quickly and Wilson began undressing his wife. “Do me like this,” she said. “It’s a little naughty, don’t you think?”

  “Damn, woman.”

  Vicki pulled her man inside and spread her legs wide. Pulling him to her, she mouthed the words, “I missed you.” Wilson’s thick cock rubbed hard against Vicki’s clitoris and she climaxed for the first time in too long. Calling his name, she squeezed as hard as she could. Wilson closed his eyes. How had he gone without her for so long? She was back and that was all that mattered. No one had it as good as he did. He was convinced of that. Vicki wrapped herself around her husband with her burgeoning belly pressed against him as they slept.

  ***

  The next few months were a blissful blur for the happy couple. Vicki learned to bake and sew at the insistence of the quirky Mrs. Adler. Wilson came home every night to a woman who became more sensual and sexual as her belly grew rapidly. He awoke one morning during Vicki’s eighth month of pregnancy to find her admiring her naked form in the full length mirror.

  “Mmm, mm, bring that big beautiful body over here.”

  Vicki turned to face him. “Look how big I am!”

  “Get over here,” he teased as he lay on his back.

  “Don’t you think I’m fat?”

  “If I did, do you think this would happen every time I came near you or thought about you?”

  Vicki leaned over and kissed him. “You’re just saying that.”

  “Sit on me with that beautiful big butt of yours.”

  Vicki playfully licked his nose. “I’ve got a different idea.”

  Wilson gave her a quizzical look.

  Vicki got on the bed on her hands and knees. “Take me from behind,” she said with a daring look. She wiggled her butt in the air and waited for Wilson’s hands to hold it still. A thick finger entered deep inside of her and she gasped. “Do it, Wilson. That felt good.”

  Wilson would do anything for this woman and he entered her deeply as she rested her arms on the bed, pushing her butt up more. “Oh, it’s good, it’s so good,” she moaned. “Harder, honey, I’m so hot for you.” She spread her legs wide for her man and he leaned over her, holding her big belly as he fucked her harder. Vicki’s loud moans and pleas to go deeper and harder caused Wilson to grit his teeth to hold on. As Vicki collapsed on the bed, she was filled with a powerful stream of her lover’s semen.

  “Woman, this was one hell of a good idea.”

  Vicki felt the thickness slide out of her slowly and she lay on her back. “You’re going to be late,” she teased.

  “Hell, woman, it was worth it.” Wilson had time for only a quick shower and when he came out, Vicki was asleep. He covered her with a blanket, stopping to place soft kisses along her belly, and then he headed off to work.

  A month later and Vicki was three days overdue. “When will this baby come?” She and Mrs. Adler were baking fruit pies and Vi
cki sat down at the kitchen table exhausted.

  “Babies come when you least expect them. Do you have a name picked out?”

  “Kind of, but we want to keep it a secret.”

  “That’s the only way, honey. It could be a girl, you know.”

  Vicki ran her hand along her belly. “Whatever it is, it’s going to be huge if I get any bigger.”

  When Vicki was two weeks overdue, her physician decided that it was time for the baby to make its debut. “You carried this one full term and then some,” he announced. “Check in tomorrow morning and we’ll get this party started.”

  On the drive home, Vicki was silent.

  “What’s up?”

  “I want to have the baby in the country at the cottage.”

  “Vicki, we can’t get the proper medical treatment out there. The doctor says the baby needs to be born now.”

  “Mrs. Adler says that babies come when they are ready.”

  There was nothing Wilson could do to change Vicki’s mind, and the physician very reluctantly agreed, quietly telling Wilson that he didn’t think it was wise.”

  It was nearly a week later when Vicki woke Wilson in the middle of the night. “The baby’s coming. Wake up. We’re having a baby.”

  Wilson was up in a second, pulling on his jeans and calling Mrs. Adler just in case they needed help.

  “It hurts, Wilson, really bad.” Vicki writhed with excruciating pain, but it was too late to move her. She would have to get through it somehow.

  The physician sent a midwife to the cottage who did her best to ease Vicki’s pain. After nearly twelve hours of screaming, and pleading for someone to make the pain go away, Vicki began to push, and Wilson watched as his son was delivered into the trusting hands of a midwife. Vicki lay back exhausted as the midwife laid the infant on her belly.

  Wilson sat down beside her and kissed her. “You did it!”

  “If I had only known…”