Chapter 11: The Baby Comes

I said, “Good morning, sweetheart. How is my future baby’s Momma this fine morning?”

She said, “We are just fine. I’m so glad you guys are back. It was lonely there the last few days.”

“I said, “Give me a hug, Darlin.”

That must be that Nashville influence.”

She said, “We are just fine. I’m so glad you guys are back. It was lonely there the last few days.

“I said, “We missed you too.”

I moved to her and held her from behind with my hands on her plump baby belly. She had been using coconut oil on her big boobs and belly to keep from getting stretch marks. Susan, Wendy’s mom, had advised that. We bought it in large containers and used it for everything.

It’s weird being married to one woman and having another one. Shannon is having our baby. Now Melody is here. Talk about making you think twice about things.

I asked, “What do you think about Melody?”

Shannon said, “She called me Big Momma last night. I assumed it was a compliment because she’s so tiny, and I do have a bun in the oven. She’s sweet like Wendy. I think we’ll get along if the three of us get enough loving from you.”

I said, “We’ll have to try and keep it as even as we can. More for me.”

She said, “Good. I want to get my carpet munched. It’s been over a week for me.”

I said, “Is now good?”

She said, “Why do you think I’m awake at this time? I’m incredibly horny.”

I said, “We’ll just have to do something about that.”

I led her to the ladder and helped her out, both of us dripping. We dried off and went inside. We went to her room and lay on her queen-size bed. The two smaller bedrooms were pretty tight. Being in the south, we only needed light summer clothing for spring and fall. Bedroom furniture is minimal, and closets are rather small. It doesn’t snow here, so we don’t need as much room for clothes for all four seasons.

The two smaller bedrooms had half-size closets and youth-size double dressers. That and the closet were more than enough room for one person’s clothes.

We retired to her bed with my face planted promptly between her legs. I ate her to completion, then spooned her with my pecker, barely inside her. I held her as she dozed off. Not moving allowed me to soften, and I quietly withdrew, and a few minutes later I snuck back into my bedroom.

Wendy was in the middle, facing her sister. Seeing the two naked girls there made me firm right back up. I slid into bed behind Wendy and fished behind her, trying to get into her. I had awakened her as I felt her hand help me. I slid into her easily as I still had a lot of Shannon’s goosh on me.

She said, “Shannon?”

I said, “Uh-huh,” and continued to slow-fuck my Wendy.

I had not gotten hot and heavy with Shannon because you must be more careful during the last month of pregnancy. I had only joined with her out of tenderness. Shannon’s tits had been growing. I sure hope this baby is thirsty. Her areolas and nipples were even bigger now and an angry brown-purple shade.

I did not know they could change like that. Shannon’s big tits are massive now. I had not seen anything like them in Playboy.

I reached around Wendy and diddled her clit as I continued to slowly fuck her from behind. Melody got up and went to the bathroom. I heard her pee.

With Melody out of bed, I switched Wendy and me around, so I was on top for a change. I pulled her legs up and started fucking her from my knees. Wendy was fucking me back with tremendous energy, calling me a mother fucker and hectoring me to new heights. I felt myself getting close. I ground on her until she started to cum.

“AEEeeeeiiiiiiiiiii, cock sucker, mother-fucker, cunt, piss, shit, damn!”

I said, “Hey, you stole my saying.”

She said, “Shut up and fuck me, you dick.”

I said, “Your command is my wish, WendEEEeeeee.”

I pumped a full load into her. I grunted, happily. Mutual cums are so much better.

I grabbed a hand towel from the nightstand and handed it to her. As I withdrew, she slapped it on her pussy. I wobbled into the bathroom and washed myself in the sink. One thing about being tall, I can hand-wash my dick in the sink, conveniently. I’m the perfect height. I call it my man’s bidet. I dried my nether area, which had just recently been in the pool. I padded to the kitchen for another coffee.

Melody was sitting at the table with an empty bowl, reading a Look Magazine.

I left her with her magazine and went into the living room to sit on the couch. We keep small towels in the living room. It’s more sanitary than sitting on the cushions buck naked.

I picked up my current book by Robert Silverberg. He makes my head hurt sometimes. He gets way out there in La-la land. His books are complex and convoluted, and he enjoys shocking you way too much. I quickly decided it was too early in the morning and felt lethargic.

I switched to a Louis L’Amour book I was also reading. It’s more my speed for how I feel right now. I was feeling lazy today.