Chapter 24

I had been surprised by how soft his hands were as they ran over my stomach. For someone who did construction and landscaping, it was odd. My late husband’s hands had always been rough and callused when he was the groundskeeper, despite my forcing him to moisturize regularly, but Marcello’s hands were as soft as one of my sisters.

Zara had surprised me with her offer to join them, but I was more than happy to accept. Her desire to play had run all over her desire to get pregnant first. When she caught up to us at the door, I was more than willing to accept the arm she put around me.

“Sorry I didn’t think to ask you directly,” she said as we got outside. “With the whole Master thing, I thought he would have to give you permission or something.”

“It’s alright; our relationship can be a bit confusing because there are so many variations. We would obey any order Master gave us, but it’s not really in his nature to do so,” I explained. “He prefers to let us have a lot more freedom in most aspects as long as we follow the few rules he has. That’s why Kitten was punished so severely. If she had just waited until they brought in their test results, she would have had permission to play with them.”

“So playing with someone your Master has not approved is a bad idea, but once he has approved you have the freedom to play whenever you wish. I guess it makes sense that he wants to make sure you are all safe when you play around,” she replied as we followed Marcello through the door. “I would like to know what positions are comfortable for you before we start playing though. I imagine some positions are rather difficult to enjoy with the baby.”

“That’s about an understatement,” I chuckled. “Pretty much anything, where I am not flat on my back or trying to lay on my stomach, is fine though. I prefer being taken from behind or being on top, but I can lie on my side if you would like me between the two of you.”

“That might be fun for later, but I was kind of hoping for a position where I could taste you while my husband takes me,” she said as we entered the bedroom. I was glad to see they had redecorated, but it was still harder than I thought it would be to be in here. The furniture was the same, and I couldn’t keep the smile off my face or the tears from my eyes as I sat down on the bed. The room was full of happy memories, but it still brought back the pain of his death.

Zara had turned toward the vanity as soon as we entered to room and was peeling her clothes off, so Marcello was the first to notice my tears when he walked in. “Sonia, is everything okay? You don’t have to stay if you’re not comfortable being with us right now.”

Zara turned and understanding flashed across her face. “Marcello, go take a shower and I’ll call you when we’re ready. We need a little girl time.”

He looked confused as he left and Zara came to sit next to me, putting her arms around me. “I’m sorry, Sonia. You don’t talk much about your past, and in my desire to get you into bed, I guess I forgot. This was your room before, wasn’t it?”

I sniffed as the tears ran down my cheeks. “I actually got pregnant in this bed,” I told her as a slight smile crossed my face. “He was a wonderful husband and I still miss him a lot. My love for Master and my sisters helped me get past the worst of it. Three months on a tropical island, surrounded by people that love you, really helps you get through the grieving process.”

“I can’t imagine being able to pull myself together so quickly if I lost Marcello,” Zara replied quietly. “I didn’t mean to bring back painful memories for you. Do you want to go? We can try to play together another day in the main house.”

“Just hold me,” I murmured as I turned to embrace her. “They are actually very happy memories if you want to know the truth. My husband was a very passionate man and we spent a lot of time in this room. I guess I was lucky in having other people to help me get through his death, but sometimes I will see something that triggers a strong memory.”

I knew my husband would have wanted me to find love again. He had admitted that he was jealous of my love for Alonso in the beginning. After he came to work for Alonso and got to know him better, he started to understand. In the end, he approved of me becoming Alonso’s lover. It wasn’t because Alonso was allowing us to play with his pets, but because he wanted to see me happy. I knew he was still watching over me and would approve of the choices I had made.

I sat in Zara’s arms, sharing her comfort and warmth until Marcello finally came into the room. “Sorry, I don’t mean to intrude, but I need to get a change of clothes. I’ll only be a moment.”

He looked so cute, standing there in a towel. I reached back and patted the bed behind me. “Please, come join us. I’m the one who should be sorry; I kind of ruined the mood.”

“You have nothing to apologize for, Sonia. I didn’t even realize it until I was in the shower, but your late husband was the groundskeeper. You lived here together, and being here probably stirred up old memories of him,” Marcello said as he sat down behind me. “It was insensitive of us to ask you to join us here. We should have known it would be emotional for you.”

“It was, but they were all good memories and emotions. I loved my husband dearly, and I do miss him, but I know he would approve of my new life,” I said as I reached back. Pulling Marcello closer, I placed his hand on my stomach. “This baby was conceived in this room, in this very bed even. I want to watch you make love to your wife in the same bed my baby was conceived in. It’s time to make some new memories in this room.”

I leaned in and kissed Zara. It started off chaste until I pulled her hand down to my breast and murmured ‘please’ against her lips. I ran my tongue lightly over her lips until they parted, allowing me access. As the kiss deepened and grew more passionate, her hand went from resting on my breast to caressing it. We spent several minutes kissing and caressing each other. Once her nipples were hard little rocks against my hands, and I could smell her arousal, I reached back to push Marcello’s towel out of the way.

He had been gently caressing my stomach as he watched me make out with his wife, and his cock was hard and ready for more. I wrapped my hand around his cock and started stroking it, drawing a deep moan of pleasure from him. He wasn’t as thick as Master, but the extra length would feel delightful sliding into my ass.

“I think he’s ready for you. Can I watch him put a baby inside you now?” I asked Zara between kisses. She nodded with her eyes full of desire again. Scooting over to lay back on the bed, she spread her legs wide for her husband. It was a beautiful sight, watching his cock slide over her tight lips before disappearing inside of her pussy.

I watched him slowly stroke into her for a few minutes. It was a gentle, loving encounter, as they kissed and caressed each other. Zara was the one who finally broke the spell when she noticed me watching. “Put my legs over your shoulders and pound me hard, baby. I told Alonso that I was going to bury my face in her pussy while you pounded me, and I would hate to have lied to him. Sonia, come straddle my face so I can lick your beautiful pussy.”

I crawled over hesitantly as they shifted. As big as I was, there was no easy way to support my stomach in that position. If I was facing her husband and leaned back I would suffocate her, but the other way ended up with me sitting on her chest and making it hard for her to breathe. She saw my hesitation and smiled.

“You’re not that heavy, and I’m not that fragile, sweetie. Lean back on my chest if you need to,” she told me. “I can handle it. You wouldn’t be the heaviest person I have had sitting on my chest for some oral attention.”

The look she gave Marcello had him blushing and made me laugh as I moved over her. She pulled me down so most of my weight was resting on her upper chest and leaned her head forward, running her tongue up my slit. Her husband’s steady pounding kept rocking me forward on her tongue, adding a thrusting motion to her delightful little swirling inside of me.

She took her time, avoiding my clit at first as she slowly built me up. I was enjoying her tongue and her constant moaning against my lips when I felt Marcello’s hand start stroking my shoulders. I leaned back, putting my hands behind me on the bed and offering him access to more of my body. His eyes ran longingly over my stomach as his hand caressed my breast and gently teased the nipple.

“I appreciate the gentle touch, but I’m already warmed up and need a bit firmer hand now,” I moaned. “Go ahead, squeeze them and pinch my nipples.”

I wasn’t sure if he was just naturally gentle, or if it was because I was pregnant, but his touch only got a bit firmer. My sisters were going to be a bit disappointed if he was this gentle with them. At least he wasn’t afraid to pinch my nipples a little harder. Kiera had my sisters gnawing on them to help get me ready for breastfeeding and I loved the rougher play.

Marcello was panting and moaning behind me, while Zara was lightly flicking my clit, keeping me right on the edge of climax. I could tell he was getting close and figured she wanted me to cum when he did. I wasn’t sure I could hold back with the attention he was paying to my nipple, but riding on the edge was always fun.

He let out a deep groan and Zara sucked my clit into her mouth. The sudden change triggered my climax and I moaned before my stomach suddenly tightened up. I popped up off Zara, holding my stomach with one hand as I braced myself against the wall with the other. Focusing on taking slow, deep breaths, I didn’t notice Zara moving until she pressed up against my back and her hands were rubbing my stomach.

“Breathe, Sonia, and relax,” she murmured in my ear until the tightness passed. “I shouldn’t have held you on the edge for so long. An intense climax can sometimes trigger a contraction, even if you’re not close to term.”

“I know, it’s not the first time it happened, but this one hit a lot harder than my previous ones. My doctor warned me they would start to get stronger,” I replied breathlessly. “That was just a lot stronger I anticipated. I’m sorry; I probably made Marcello cum all over the bed when you moved to help me.”

“Nope, most of it’s running down my thighs actually,” she said with a laugh. “I’ll send him to grab some washcloths once he can move again.”

“Don’t you dare,” I said, turning my head to look back at her. “I want to clean you up, both of you if that’s okay. Just because I’m not up for another climax is no reason for us to stop playing.”

“Oh, I didn’t plan on stopping, we were just going to move on to something more gentle,” Zara told me. “My husband has been fantasizing about spooning up behind you and caressing your stomach all week, so we will let you clean us up if you really want to, then move on to that. When he starts poking you in the ass, you can decide if you feel up to trying more.”

“Well I was planning to see if I could get you both off with my mouth, but that sounds fun too,” I replied as I turned and pushed her down on the bed. Her husband’s cum was running down her thighs, and I started working my way up as I cleaned her. He had an earthy, slightly bitter taste. I could tell he used to eat a lot of red meats, but they had been eating with us for a week and I knew it would change over time.

As I got further up her thigh, I found her juices were sweet and savory. The red meats must have been meals he ate when he was working, as she had no trace of the bitter flavor they would have given her. I had gathered from her comment that she was not completely comfortable with me cleaning them this way, so I finished the job quickly before moving over to take care of Marcello.

He tasted more of her, but I was expecting that. He also started to recover quite quickly as I took him in my mouth. He was fairly aroused by the time I finished and groaned as I let him slip out of my mouth. I stroked his full length a couple of times before taking him back in my mouth and going all the way down, just to show I could.

“Don’t get him too excited, he doesn’t get blow jobs very often and he might go off fairly quickly,” Zara said from behind me. “Especially if you get him that deep, I’ve never been very good at that.”

I pulled off and looked back curiously. “I thought you said he sat on your chest for oral play?”

“He does, but not like that,” she replied with a slight blush. “I don’t really like the taste, so I usually lick and suck on his balls while stroking him. I rarely actually suck on his cock and he never cums in my mouth.”

“You may want to try again after you get pregnant,” I said as I crawled over and curled up next to her. “The lack of red meat in his diet will make that bitter taste go away in a few more weeks. Master has been on this kind of diet for years now, and his cum is sweet tasting. If you ever need advice on how to give better oral sex, you have several people who love to do it just across the yard who would be happy to help.”

“See honey, one more reason you should quit cheating on your diet,” Zara said as she shot a look over my shoulder. “Not only would it keep you from dying in your fifties from heart disease like your father, but I might start giving you more blow jobs. Maybe you should curl up behind your favorite pregnant lady and stroke her belly for a while, but remember how much you enjoyed having your cock in her mouth the next time you have a craving for pork.”

“I’m sure it will be easier to avoid now that I’m eating every meal here,” he replied as he curled up against my back and started stroking my stomach. “It was just a bit difficult when I had to hit the deli for lunch on my way to a job site. The cured meats, they just called out for me to buy them.”

“Then it should be much easier to avoid cheating on your diet now,” Zara told him. “I’ll even make you a deal. If you promise not to cheat on your diet, I will ask the girls to teach me how to give better head and I promise to give you a demonstration after we’re sure I’m pregnant. Maybe I can practice on Alonso. That way I wouldn’t feel as bad about him being left out.”

“You do know he was serious when he said he didn’t mind waiting. Even if you decided to never crawl in bed with him, he wouldn’t feel slighted,” I told her. “I have heard him complain a few times about not having enough time to spend with all of his lovers. Not that I’m trying to discourage you, I personally think he needs a half dozen more pets, so he can always have a hot, naked body pressed up against him.”

“Oh, I know that. He has that perfect reverse seduction thing going on,” Zara said with a laugh. “He doesn’t even seem to realize it, but trying to discourage us while taking such good care of all of you actually makes us want him more. Maybe if he tried to get us into bed, it might work better to keep us out, but don’t tell him I said that.”

I smiled as I glanced back at Marcello. He had that enraptured look again as he gently caressed my stomach, but his cock had a mind of its own. “You’re already poking me, sweetie. If you want to take my ass you will have to slip my tail out, but you can have either entrance as long as you keep it slow and gentle for now.”

He shifted a bit and I moaned quietly as I felt him slip into my pussy. He just sat inside of me while stroking my bump as I turned back to Zara. “I’ll be sure not to mention it to him. He had a bad run at love up until recently, and I think he’s getting what he deserves now. He has always been a loving person and he should be surrounded by people who love him back. I’m curious though, you not liking the taste of his cum, is that why you seemed so hesitant to let me clean you up after you had sex?”

She nodded hesitantly. “I didn’t know how you would respond to the taste, and I didn’t want to gross you out. I haven’t let him cum in my mouth since before we were married for that reason. It may be getting better already, but I never knew diet affected how he tasted.”

“It wasn’t that bad, but I would have finished even if it was. Master refuses to use the term, but I agreed to be his slave. If he told me to give some random guy we saw on the street a blowjob and swallow, I would do it without asking why. I know he would never do that, but he has that power with all of us,” I explained. “I do want to know if you’re just going to watch now, or if you would like so shift around so I can taste you again.”

“Maybe next time, but I’m not planning on just watching either. I was going to scoot down and play with these some,” she said as she stroked my breasts. “I have never seen any this large and had a chance to enjoy them. How much of this happened with your pregnancy?”

I chuckled as she scooted down and started lightly kissing my breasts. “Well, I was a D cup before I got pregnant, and have gone up to almost an F. Funny part is, I actually feel small compared to a couple of my sisters on the island. You should see Scarlett. She was a G cup before she got pregnant and has already jumped up two sizes. If Julien lets her breastfeed, she could go up another cup size. As much as he enjoys large breasts, he may actually agree to it.”

“Yours are perfect, sweetie,” she replied as she caressed them. “I imagine getting much bigger would start to look a bit gross. There is such a thing as too big, at least in my opinion.”

“I would agree with you if it were on me. I can probably handle going up one more cup size when my milk comes in, but I’m hoping I don’t. Any more breast on me would look too big for my body,” I replied with a smirk. “Scarlett, on the other hand, can pull it off because of her stature. She’s like six feet tall, and she always wears a four-inch heel on top of it, so she towers over everyone. She looks like one of those fantasy warrior princesses, but she’s a total sweetheart. I know you would just love her to death.”

“I’ll take your word on that until I meet her,” she replied between licks before glancing up at me. “You have me curious about something else though. Is my husband doing anything for you, sweetie? He looks like he is about to explode, but you’re not even breathing hard.”

“He’s not moving much, but he feels wonderful inside of me. I’m not sure I want to climax again, so his little movements are giving me a bit of an erotic buzz but not pushing me closer to that. I feel more loved than aroused right now,” I explained. “As for him, well, I want to make sure he is enjoying the experience, so I have been rhythmically squeezing him the entire time he has been inside of me. I would be more than happy to let him climax inside of me; I just don’t want to climax again. I do feel kind of bad about him wasting a load on me when you’re trying to get pregnant though.”

“You shouldn’t, I’m not in the right part of my cycle, so the chance of me getting pregnant right now is pretty slim. We played around a bit before we got married, but you are the first playmate we’ve had since then. I want him to enjoy you, but I wish you could enjoy it more,” she replied. “It seems a bit unfair that we are getting more out of our first time together than you are.”

“I don’t need to climax to enjoy our time together,” I told her. “The two of you are making me feel very loved right now. That’s worth a lot more to me than another climax at the moment. After the baby is born and I recover, we can enjoy a night of wild crazy sex with each other.”

I could feel Marcello’s cock swelling and twitching as my squeezing brought him closer. Looking back over my shoulder, I could see him grimacing as he tried to hold back the imminent explosion. “Come on baby, let go and fill me up. I want to feel your cock pulsing as you shoot a big load of cum in my hot, wet pussy.”

He groaned and thrust deeper as he started coating my insides with his hot, sticky cum. “Umm, just like that,” I purred as he unloaded deep inside of me. “I love the feeling of your pleasure exploding inside of me.” I loved the sound of his panting little groans as he finished climaxing.

As he started to go soft and slipped out of me, I looked back at Zara. “Do you mind if I clean him up again? It’s kind of a habit for me and my sisters, but I can skip it if you’re really not comfortable with me doing it.”

She thought for a moment before shaking her head. “I would prefer you to skip it for now. He has to earn the right to have anyone’s mouth on his cock. I promised him a blowjob after I get pregnant if he doesn’t cheat on his diet anymore. He gets to watch us practice on phallic-shaped objects until then as motivation to behave.”

I reached back and patted Marcello’s hip. “Sorry, baby, I guess you’ll need those washcloths after all. I do hope you’re a good boy and pass your wife’s test because I would love to feel you exploding in my mouth. You could be cumming in a different girl’s mouth every day of the week if your wife decides you’ve held up your part of the deal.”

I leaned down to kiss Zara as he went to the bathroom. “That should help with the motivation part, and if that’s not enough, watching Marta give you advanced deep throat lessons will do it. She can hold her breath for a couple of minutes and loves to do it while Master’s cock is buried in her throat.”

“I think the thought of getting any blowjobs again will be more than enough honestly,” she replied with a grin. “He has been lucky if I give him a couple of minutes of oral attention to get him warmed up before sex more than once a week. I used to love giving head, but the taste kind of killed it for me. If you’re right, he may be a very happy man if he sticks to his diet.”

“We’ll all be very happy if he does,” I told her. “My sisters and I have developed a bit of a fetish for cream pies and would love to be able to eat his cum out of you after sex. You might want to try it sometime. It’s incredibly erotic.”

“I’ll have to think about that,” she replied as Marcello came back in. I spread my legs as he crawled up and the bed and let him clean me up. After he tossed the washcloth into the hamper, he curled up behind me again and reached over me to caress his wife.

“I want to thank both of you for that. It was an amazing experience,” he said quietly. “Can you stay a little while longer, or did you need to get back to Alonso?”

“There’s no rush,” I replied. “As long as we’re back in time for Zara to make dinner, Master won’t mind if I stay longer. That will give me enough time to go through my yoga routine before we eat. It was implied I could skip it to play with you, but I don’t like missing a day. Keeping up on my exercise will make it easier to lose the extra baby weight.”

He pressed up against me and his hand went back to my stomach as I reached up to caress Zara’s breasts. They were a perfect teardrop shape with tiny little nipples. Even once they got hard, they were no bigger than a pea, but her moans told me she enjoyed having them played with.

“Scoot up for me,” I purred against her lips. “It’s my turn to love your breasts.” She moaned into my mouth before moving up the bed a bit, giving me easier access to her lovely treasures. I would guess they were on the smaller end of a C cup, but they were perfect for her petite frame. Licking and kissing around the nipple, I let my hand drift down her stomach.

As I sucked the hard little nub into my mouth, my fingers trailed through the downy hair over her pussy to her wet folds. Slipping a finger between her lips, I brought her juices up to her clit and started stroking it. Her quiet moans were beautiful as I alternated licking, sucking and biting at her nipple while softly stroking her clit.

Once her clit was fully engorged, I slipped my fingers into her pussy and started working her clit with my thumb. She was delightfully tight around two fingers and I knew Master would enjoy her. My fingers found that little rough patch and started rubbing it, causing her to arch her back in pleasure. Her hands grabbed my head, pulling it tight against her breast as I felt her pussy start convulsing around my fingers.

She was surprisingly quiet as she climaxed, but I could feel the intensity of her orgasm as I stroked her through it. I could feel Marcello hard against my ass again as I slipped my fingers out of her. Bringing them to my mouth, she watched as I slowly sucked her sweet juices off them.

“Next time I want to spend a lot longer sampling that directly, but your husband seems ready for round three,” I told her. “I’m going to move so we can all continue to fondle each other while he takes your pussy again.”

I crawled over her, straddling her stomach as I looked back at Marcello. “She is all wet and ready for you. If you spread her legs a bit wider, I can lean back against you and you can still caress my stomach as you take her.”

Zara moaned as he sank into her and I felt his arms come around me. His touch remained gentle even as he started frantically pounding his wife’s pussy. His frenzied movements made me think he wouldn’t last long, so I reached behind me to stroke her clit as I started pinching her nipple. “I think watching me make you cum got him a bit too excited. Let’s make sure you’re ready to cum with him.”

Her constant low moaning told me she was enjoying the hard fuck she was receiving, but I still worried he may not last long enough to get her to climax as well. I started rubbing her clit harder as I pulled her nipple away from her chest. She had enjoyed the slightly rougher play earlier, but I watched carefully to make sure I didn’t overdo it and alternated nipples over the next few minutes as she got closer to climax.

I heard Marcello grunt behind me as he slammed into her and started cumming. Hoping I wasn’t making the wrong choice, I slapped her clit. She let out a low, deep moan as she started shaking with her own climax, but I was still worried I had gone too far. Once they finished climaxing, Marcello left to get washcloths again and I looked down at Zara sheepishly.

“I’m sorry if I went too far with the pinching your nipples harder and slapping your clit, but I wanted to make sure you climaxed with him. I should have asked before I got that rough with you,” I said docilely. “You may punish me if you wish, or I can ask my Master to punish me for you.”

She had a confused look on her face as she shook her head. “Can we shelve that discussion for a few minutes? I need a minute to think, and I’m not sure I want to have my husband to walk in on what I have to say. We both need a quick shower, and we can talk about it on the way back to the main house. I’m making vegetarian lasagna for dinner and need extra time to prepare it anyway.”

I nodded and knelt next to her as we waited for Marcello. As he cleaned her up, she smiled at him. “You are free to touch and caress Sonia as long as she agrees, but no sex unless I’m with you,” She told him. “Wait, let me rephrase that. You’re free to do anything she allows you to, as long as your pants stay on. I wouldn’t mind walking in on you sucking her breasts or giving her oral sex, but no intercourse unless we’re all together. I’m going to take a shower with her, then take her back to the main house because I need to go over and start dinner.”

He leaned down to kiss her with a smile on his face. “Have I told you that you are the best wife in the world yet today? I promise I’ll behave myself. Is it safe to assume the others are off-limits unless you invite them to join us?”

“Well, you’re free to cop a feel if one of them is rubbing up against you or plants herself in your lap the way Vivianna did earlier, but no more than that without express permission from me,” she replied. “Once I’m pregnant and have evened the score with Alonso, you will be free to enjoy them as long as you remember to take care of me anytime I want you. If you’ll excuse us though, we do need to shower and get dinner started. I would hate to be late serving dinner because we spent too much time playing.”

Despite her recriminations to her husband, we spent almost as much time caressing each other as we did washing. She even lubed my bottom and slipped my tail in before getting herself dressed. Watching her dress was almost as exciting as watching her clothes come off. Everything in her underwear drawer was designed to accentuate and display her lovely curves.

“Do you do all of your shopping at Intimissimi,” I asked as she stepped into the tiny little scrap of lace.

“There or PrimaDonna,” she replied with a wink. “I enjoy wearing something sexy, even if it was under my chef’s clothes. It helps keep Marcello interested and makes me feel sexy.”

“I doubt you need much help with that, but if he ever starts to neglect you there is a house full of people who are very interested just across the yard,” I said, licking my lips to accentuate my point. “You’re very sexy and I can’t wait to play with you again.”

“I doubt he would ever start neglecting me, but I do look forward to enjoying everyone else as well,” she replied, slipped on her shoes. “Come on, let’s get out of here so we can talk and I can start dinner.”

Zara yelled to her husband that dinner would be ready at five as we walked out the door then turned to me. “Before you ask, no I don’t want to punish you or for you to ask Alonso to punish you for me. I’m not upset by what you did as much as confused by my reaction, because I haven’t cum that hard in a very long time. Other than pounding me like an animal, my husband has always been a very gentle lover. He might pinch my nipples on occasion, but never very hard. I’m just not sure how my husband would respond to know the best climax of our marriage was from you abusing me.”